An injured monk with pale, gaunt skin and a cloth shoulder bag was running on a street. He was breathing heavily, sweating, and critically injured by a knife. For three days, he had been hunted by soldiers, and he urgently needed a place to hide. He stumbled into an abandoned house and secured himself inside. When the soldiers failed to find his tracks, they went away.
The monk healed his injuries through chanting, and then, his eyes wide with desperate focus, he whispered, "I need to find the Wielder."
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It all started with the Samudra Manthan, the primordial struggle that tore open the heart of the universe. Ages ago, when the celestial balance was broken, the Gods (Devas) and the demons (Asuras) were forced into an uneasy, massive alliance. Their singular, desperate goal was to churn the vast, infinite Ocean of Milk—a feat that required a mountain as a rod and the great serpent Vasuki as a rope—to procure the Amrita, the life-giving elixir of immortality. Yet, this great cosmic effort yielded far more than just the nectar. As the churning scraped the bottom of creation, the depths reluctantly surrendered a sequence of wonders, not just the elixir, but an entire spectrum of existence: 14 divine treasures (Ratnas), each one bearing a fragment of the ocean's enormous, ancient power.
Legend tells of the Fourteen Divine Treasures, objects of incredible power birthed from the churning of the cosmic ocean. But even the gods whispered of a deeper secret. Beyond the known Ratnas lay the true, forgotten source of creation: Five Elemental Stones. These stones embodied the raw forces of the cosmos—Fire, Water, Wind, Lightning, and Earth—and their combined power was so volatile that the gods themselves feared what the demons might do with them.
Legend tells of the Fourteen Divine Treasures, objects of incredible power birthed from the churning of the cosmic ocean. But even the gods whispered of a deeper secret. Beyond the known Ratnas lay the true, forgotten source of creation: Five Elemental Stones. These stones embodied the raw forces of the cosmos—Fire, Water, Wind, Lightning, and Earth—and their combined power was so volatile that the gods themselves feared what the demons might do with them.
To secure this elemental might, the deities sought a sanctuary beyond the reach of corruption. They chose Shambhala, the hidden kingdom. This legendary paradise was a state of pure enlightenment, shielded from the outside world and formed like a giant, blossoming eight-petaled lotus. Between the petal-like mountain ranges flowed life-giving rivers, leading to its tranquil capital, Kalapa. Protected by this sacred geography, Shambhala's inhabitants lived immune to suffering and the decay of old age, unaware that they guarded the single greatest source of power in all creation.
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I was stationed in Shambhala with my brothers, guarding the stones like we'd done for years. Then one night, they showed up out of nowhere—some group from beyond our borders. We didn't know who they were or where they came from, but we knew what they wanted. The stones. They were going to use them for themselves, twist their power into something dark.
They had weapons we'd never seen before. Advanced stuff that cut through our defenses like we were nothing. We fought back hard, gave everything we had, but it wasn't enough. They were too strong. I watched my friends die around me, their blood soaking into the ground we'd sworn to protect.
I ran. God help me, I ran. Someone had to get the stones out of there, had to find someone who could actually use them the right way. Someone who'd protect people instead of controlling them. That's what I kept telling myself as I heard the screams behind me.
But I couldn't save them all. They got two stones before I made it out—Lightning and Earth. Two stones in the wrong hands.
Now I'm out here alone, carrying what's left, looking for the one person who's worthy of this power. Someone who can make their sacrifice mean something.
"You lost him do you even know how powerful those stones are find them "
The boss of the organisation tells his soldiers to bring monk to him with stones
Then he went to his lab where he was doing some experiments on humans. To make them super soldiers and many of them died on during the process but some survive who have gotten powerfull and become super humans who were as powerful as to lift a truck and other abilities like speed, endurance,agility were also increased.
But some got mutated and got powers .
They were Five of them who got powers of one got shape shifting abilities , second got fast regeneration and laser beam, third solder got as fast as a bullet and regeneration ability, fourth one could transform his hand into any weapon or thing he wants , and the fifth one become a werewolf. Those Five were supposed to be
The failure of the experiments but they turned out to be the more powerful the. The super soldiers
"You lost him? Do you even know how powerful those stones are? Find them!" The boss slammed his fist on the table, his voice echoing through the command center. His soldiers stood rigid, avoiding his eyes. "I want that monk brought to me. Alive. With the stones."
He didn't wait for their response. There was work to do.
Down in the lab, the real progress was happening. Rows of tanks lined the walls, some empty, some still occupied. Bodies floated in the green liquid—some dead, some still breathing. The floor was stained with the evidence of his failures. Out of a hundred subjects, maybe ten survived the process. But those ten? They were worth it.
The super soldiers stood in formation near the far wall. Hulking men who could lift a car like it was a toy. Their speed, endurance, agility—all pushed beyond human limits. They were perfect weapons.
But then there were the others. The five he'd almost written off as failures.
Subject 17 could shift his entire body into anyone he touched. Subject 23 could take a bullet to the chest and heal in seconds—and shoot laser beams from his eyes when he got angry. Subject 31 moved faster than you could blink, a blur with a red streak, and nothing seemed to hurt him for long. Subject 40's hands would morph into whatever weapon he imagined—blades, hammers, guns that grew from his flesh. And Subject 9... well, Subject 9 turned into something that shouldn't exist. A werewolf, for lack of a better word.
He'd almost terminated them. Called them mutations. Mistakes.
But now? Now he saw their true potential. They weren't failures—they were his secret weapons. More powerful, more versatile than any super soldier. And he was going to use every single one of them.
The monk moved through the crowded streets, his robes dusty and torn, the cloth bag containing the stones hanging from his shoulder. He'd been walking for hours, maybe days—time had lost meaning since that night in Shambhala. The soldiers had finally given up their search, at least for now. They'd swept through the market twice already, but he'd learned to blend in, to become invisible among the masses.
He needed to find them. The Wielders. That's what the ancient texts called them—individuals chosen not by birth or training, but by the stones themselves. People pure enough to channel their power without being corrupted by it.
As he passed a narrow alley between two buildings, something happened. The bag on his shoulder grew warm, then hot. The stones inside began to glow, pulsing with a light so bright it seeped through the fabric. His heart raced. This had never happened before.
A group of teenage boys stood near a street vendor, laughing about something, shoving each other playfully. Just kids. But the stones were burning now, their light growing stronger, reacting to something he couldn't see.
The monk stopped and stared at them. Could it really be them? These boys?
The stones had never been wrong before. After all this running, all this loss, maybe his journey was finally leading somewhere. He'd found the Wielders. Now came the hard part—convincing a bunch of teenagers that their lives were about to change forever, and training them before his enemies found them first.
He took a breath and stepped toward them, not knowing that this moment would set everything in motion. But it's just the beginning.