Prologue – The God That Shouldn’t Exist


    The first time his name was spoken, the world bled.


    Mountains crumbled. Oceans roared. The sky itself split apart, as if the universe was rejecting something that was never meant to be. And then silence.


    Not the silence of peace, but the silence of erasure.


    History reset. Every trace of him his temples, his followers, his myths was wiped clean. No written text bore his name. No mind retained his memory. The gods ensured it. He was forgotten.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    And in that void of nothingness, he remained.


    A prisoner in the space between existence and oblivion, between time and eternity. Not alive. Not dead. Just waiting.


    Until her.


    Until the moment she spoke his name.


    Aadya Sharma had spent her life chasing history, unraveling myths, longing to understand the echoes of those who came before. But in her search for truth, she found something she was never supposed to.


    A god without a past. A name that didn’t belong.


    And the moment she said it aloud, reality glitched.


    The stars dimmed. The wind stilled. And deep in the forgotten void, a pair of eyes ancient, inhuman, and impossibly dark snapped open.


    For the first time in eternity, he was remembered.


    And this time, he refused to be forgotten again.