Before time was measured… before worlds had names…
There was war.
Not of nations. Not of races.
A war between Dharma and Adharma.
The gods wielded elemental forces beyond mortal comprehension. Lightning that split the heavens. Fire that consumed entire constellations. Oceans that drowned worlds. Winds that tore the void itself.
Opposing them were the Asuras—shadowed beings that devoured life, twisted light, and fed on corruption.
The war lasted eons, yet neither side could claim victory.
One world remained untouched.
Earth.
A world bound by an ancient seal, a world both gods and devils feared to touch carelessly.
From the void, a being older than time watched silently.
Mahākāla.
"When victory cannot be claimed, change the battlefield," he whispered.
The war paused.
But the battle had only moved… to humanity.