Morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of the Vyomtara library.
Dust motes drifted through the air like tiny stars, glowing gold as they crossed the sunbeams. The vast room was silent—so silent that even the slow rhythm of breathing felt loud. Ancient shelves lined the walls, filled with sealed scrolls and forgotten tomes, witnesses to ages long passed.
At the heart of the chamber, Rishi Vedananda sat upon a low wooden chair. His posture was straight, unmoving, as though time itself flowed around him rather than through him. His staff rested beside him, untouched.
Before him sat the triplets on woven mats.
Aditya's body radiated restless energy, his fingers twitching faintly as warmth pulsed through his palms.
Sasi leaned forward slightly, eyes bright with curiosity and barely restrained excitement.
Aryan sat perfectly still, his breathing slow and deep, as if he were listening to something no one else could hear.
Behind each of them floated a silver circular ring, suspended just behind their backs.
Along the rim of each ring, a single Ashoka Chakra mark glowed faintly.
One mark.
One stage.
Rishi Vedananda opened his eyes.
"You have awakened," he said calmly. "But awakening alone is meaningless without understanding."
The boys straightened instinctively.
"What opened within you," the Rishi continued, "was not power. It was access."
He raised his staff and tapped it lightly against the stone floor.
"Sit correctly."
They adjusted at once, folding their legs into the lotus position. Their spines aligned naturally, as though guided by an unseen hand.
"Not for comfort," the Rishi said. "For alignment."
He placed two fingers at the base of his own spine.
"The human body is not merely flesh and bone. In the Nirvan System, it is a living temple."
His voice was calm, but every word carried weight.
"Within this temple exists a sacred internal system—one described long ago by the sages of your world."
"Chakra."
Sasi tilted his head. "Inside the body?"
"Yes," the Rishi nodded. "Entirely inside."
"Chakras are spiritual centers embedded within your physical form. They regulate how spiritual energy flows through muscle, bone, blood, breath, and thought."
He gestured upward along his body.
"Root. Sacral. Solar Plexus. Heart. Throat. Third Eye. Crown."
"Seven primary chakras," he said. "They are not created by the heavens. They are born with every human."
Aditya frowned slightly. "Then why doesn't everyone awaken them?"
"Because they sleep," the Rishi replied.
"When your Root Chakra opened, your body accepted spiritual flow for the first time. That is why your senses feel sharper. That is why strength now feels closer than it did yesterday."
Aryan spoke quietly. "So chakra changes the body."
"Yes," the Rishi said. "Chakra refines the vessel."
"At every stage, the body is reshaped—strength, speed, endurance, perception, lifespan."
"The higher the chakra, the closer the body approaches transcendence."
He did not say how close.
Instead, his gaze shifted to the silver rings behind them.
"Now," he said, "we speak of what answers chakra."
The air itself seemed to tighten.
"Constellation."
The silver circles shimmered faintly, and within them, vague elemental patterns stirred—heat behind Aditya, sharp vibration behind Sasi, a calm, living presence behind Aryan.
"Understand this clearly," the Rishi said. "A constellation is not a god. It is not alive."
He looked directly at Aditya.
"Your Flame Dragon does not think."
To Sasi.
"Your Thunder Dragon does not feel."
To Aryan.
"Your Nature Dragon does not judge."
"They possess no will," he said evenly. "No desire. No intention."
"Then what are they?" Sasi asked.
The Rishi raised his staff slightly.
"A constellation is a divine mold."
The words settled heavily.
"When your chakra system awakens, it opens inner space. The cosmos responds by providing structure."
"Elemental energy is wild by nature," he continued. "Without shape, it damages the body and mind."
"The constellation is the mold that shapes that energy."
He traced a circle in the air.
"Fire without form burns the user."
"Lightning without structure shatters nerves."
"Nature without guidance overwhelms flesh."
"The constellation gives element a fixed shape—one that your body and soul can safely wield."
Aditya glanced behind himself. "So… we could see them immediately."
"Yes," the Rishi nodded. "From the moment you awakened."
"Every awakener sees their constellation frame at the beginning."
"It is not hidden."
"It is not rare."
"What changes," he said, "is how much of it you can use."
He raised one finger.
"At the first stage, element flows weakly."
"Fire warms. Lightning tingles. Nature stirs faintly."
"One Ashoka mark appears on the ring."
He raised a second finger.
"At the second stage, element strengthens."
"You can release it more freely—flames extend, lightning sharpens, vines quicken."
"But the constellation remains only a pattern."
Then he raised a third finger.
"At the third stage, the constellation manifests physically for the first time."
The triplets' breathing slowed.
"Not illusion," the Rishi said. "Not imagination."
"A real, physical manifestation formed entirely of elemental energy."
"A dragon of flame."
"A dragon of lightning."
"A dragon of living nature."
"But remember this," his gaze sharpened, "it is still not alive."
"It exists only as long as the attack exists."
"Like a weapon formed of element."
He lowered his hand.
"The silver ring behind you is a manifestation frame," he said. "It displays how many chakras are active within your body."
"One chakra, one Ashoka mark."
"As you rise, more marks will appear."
"The constellation within the frame does not command you."
"It obeys you."
He turned his gaze toward the window, where the endless sky stretched beyond stone and glass.
"Chakra awakens the self."
"Constellation shapes the power that answers that awakening."
"The final pillar of growth," he said quietly, "comes later."
The triplets remained seated, silver rings glowing softly behind them, their elements stirring gently within the divine molds that framed their souls.
Above them, the heavens remained silent.
But within them, something vast had aligned—body, element, and sky—and the path forward had quietly begun.