Worlds split. Realms bleed.

And through it all flows Prāṇna — the breath of life—the last thread holding existence together. 

Only the rarest warriors can master it, soul-forging weapons with focus so absolute that a whisper of doubt shatters it. 

Each strike carves a piece of their life.

 

Here rivers remember.

 storms listen.

stone itself may rise to protect… or crush. 

A place where heroes are not born but forged in fire, in silence, in sacrifice. 

When the sky stops mid-breath and the wind chokes on silence… the next chapter is about to be written in blood.

Because beyond the light stands Kali, the Devourer of Ages — his hunger so vast, even time gnaws its tail to escape him, and his blood-clan, the Corrupted Lords bound by fragments of his will, his shadow touches every corner of the realms. Face them all… —and the world itself may hold its breath.

Hey everyone,I've shared a preview of my upcoming book KALKI: THE ASHES OF KALI YUGA, and I'd truly value your thoughts — especially any corrections or suggestions you might have. 🙏I've been holding off on uploading more because I've been deep in editing (and yes, dealing with exams 😅), but now I'm ready to hear from you!


What did you think?Any typos or awkward phrasing?


Worldbuilding or magic system questions?


Tomorrow, I'll be sharing a new chapter where Sindhu makes a daring escape from the fire demon — and it may just answer many of your questions!Your feedback will help me make this story the best it can be. Comment below or message me your thoughts!


Thanks for being part of this journey 💛


Chapter 10 - Seeking Your Feedback!