A day that began like any other.
In the bustling city of Tamluk, life moved in familiar rhythms—shops opening, children laughing in the streets, and the smell of fried snacks filling the air. No one noticed the sky beginning to warp.
It started as a low rumble, like the earth moaning in pain. Suddenly, violet fractures tore the sky apart, rifts slicing through reality itself. From these gashes poured creatures twisted and grotesque—monsters unlike anything humanity had ever seen, driven by hunger and primal rage.
Screams erupted, breaking the fragile peace.
Chaos exploded on the streets as people scattered, helpless against the beasts. Inside a modest home, the Roy family faced the storm.
Shreya Roy grabbed her youngest daughter tight.
"Jiya! Veer! Stay behind me!" her voice cracked, windows rattling under distant roars.
Sixteen-year-old Jiya gripped a kitchen knife, trembling but ready. Ten-year-old Veer's small fists clenched, his eyes wide with fear he tried to mask. Little Riya, just five, hid her face in her mother's skirt, sobbing softly.
Then the front door exploded inward.
A monstrous figure, its maw dripping with saliva, surged inside, eyes burning with malice.
Shreya surged forward, shielding her children.
"Run! Don't stop! Go!" she yelled.
Suddenly, a deafening blast shook the building. Dust and debris rained down as the house began to crumble. Roaring sounds filled the air, punctuated by shattering timbers and falling walls.
Amid the chaos, Aditya Roy burst in, eyes glowing with a strange power.
"Shreya!" he called, barely hearing over the destruction.
Rubble buried her under tons of broken stone and splintered wood. The dust thickened. For a heartbeat, there was silence.
Jiya, Veer, and little Riya rushed towards the fallen, but voices around them whispered the worst—their mother was gone.
Aditya's anguished roar tore through the ruins as the strange energy surged through him, bending the raging wind to his will. He unleashed a furious tempest, shredding the monsters in sight.
But as the dust settled, the question lingered—was Shreya truly lost, or could she still be alive, trapped beneath the wreckage?
That day, the world as it was ended.
Ten years later
The Earth was transformed.
Governments had fallen. Nations were fractured. Over half of humanity was lost—devoured, corrupted, or vanished. Monsters roamed freely in vast Disaster Zones, no longer safe for humans.
Strange energies bled from the rifts, awakening powers in some survivors. Humans began to wield extraordinary abilities—some to protect, others to dominate. Yet the same energy also twisted many into monsters.
Order crumbled, replaced by new forces: guilds of powerful awakened beings ruling cities and territories.
Among them was Tempest, forged in Mumbai by Aditya Roy, now a beacon of strength amidst chaos.
His children grew under this harsh new reality.
Jiya Roy, twenty-six, fierce and relentless, carved a name feared by friend and foe alike.
Veer Roy, once trembling, rose to untold potential, whispered about across the guilds.
Riya Roy, still waiting for her awakening at fifteen, watched and learned with burning determination.
The age of nations was over.
This was the Age of Guilds.
And the Roy family's story was just beginning