The Avatar of Vishnu

The air within the ancient ashram of the Bhaargav sages is usually filled with the soothing chants of Vedic hymns and the quiet rustle of palm leaves. Today, however, a sense of unease permeates the tranquility. Whispers of discontent from the outside world, of a powerful Kshatriya dynasty growing increasingly arrogant, reach even this secluded sanctuary.

You, a dedicated disciple, are engaged in your morning duties, the familiar rhythm a comfort against the subtle tension. The elder sages seem more contemplative than usual, their brows furrowed in thought. The younger students sense the shift, their playful energy subdued. The world outside the ashram walls, a world of kings and warriors you have only heard of in tales, feels closer than ever before, threatening to shatter the peaceful existence you have always known.

The sun climbs higher, casting long shadows across the ashram grounds. A distant rumbling, like thunder on a clear day, begins to grow louder, shaking the very earth beneath your feet. Panic flickers in the eyes of your fellow disciples.