After four years The reunion joyful occasion, a long-awaited gathering of old friends. Laughter and conversation flowed effortlessly under the moonlit sky. Nazha, for once, felt at peace, surrounded by those who understood him. Ravana watched over the group with a rare smile, and even Radhaya, who rarely showed emotions, seemed content.
But fate had other plans.
Without warning, the sky darkened, and an eerie silence fell over the gathering. The air grew heavy as a sudden gust of wind howled through the trees. A deafening roar of thunder followed, and then—CRACK!
A bolt of lightning struck Nazha. His body jerked violently, and he fell to his knees, his face contorted in pain. But before anyone could react—another strike. Then another. And another.
"Nazha!" Radhaya rushed forward, conjuring a powerful shield around him. The golden barrier absorbed the next few strikes, crackling with energy as it tried to hold against the relentless onslaught.
Ravana's expression darkened. "This is no ordinary storm…" he muttered. His eyes glowed with ancient knowledge. "This is a curse. A fate that follows him through every life."
Nazha's body trembled as memories from countless past lives surged into him. He gasped, his vision filled with images of war, of gods and demons falling before his blade. He saw himself, over and over, wielding power beyond mortal comprehension—power that had doomed him.
"I… I remember…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Radhaya gritted his teeth, reinforcing the shield as another bolt struck, sending shockwaves through the ground. "I can't hold this forever!" he shouted. His hands trembled under the pressure, his energy draining rapidly.
Nazha's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. The curse that had haunted him in every life—the curse that ensured he would die at the age of four in each reincarnation—had finally caught up to him again. This time, however, it was stronger. More vicious. The heavens would not stop until he was erased once more.
Ravana clenched his fists. "Always this happened to me another family member". Anger buster with ravana still not involving the lighting strike.
But before they could act, the sky roared again, preparing another devastating strike. The storm had only just begun.