The smoke had barely cleared from the temple ruins when Satya, now resembling a fried momo that rolled through Holi and Diwali at once, stood wobbling in the center of the flaming sigil.
His clothes were 20% holy cloth, 80% burnt curtain.
His face looked like he had seen Brahma, fought a microwave, and lost to a pressure cooker.
And his body… well, it was definitely experiencing several simultaneous emotions: shock, regret, betrayal, and the effects of ancient ghee burns.
Satya (wheezing): "I think... my bones melted. Are bones supposed to sizzle?"
Oorja (hovering with a literal 'RIP' sign): "You look like a rejected offering from a failed temple ritual."
Aagneyi (arms crossed, unimpressed): "If stupidity had a form... this would be it. Behold, the walking flame-boiled potato."
Karna (nodding solemnly): "He has survived... but at what cost?"
The mystical circle beneath Satya shimmered again, resonating with heat and divine pulses. A loud hum spread across the ruins.
🌀 System Alert:Backup Flame Awakening… Initiated.🧬 Gene Sequence Syncing…🔥 Divine Prototype Found: Garud Flame - Rogue Sun Variant
The ground beneath him split slightly — not from power, but because he accidentally stepped on a sacred banana leaf.
Satya (panicking): "Am I exploding?! Is this enlightenment or indigestion?!"
Oorja: "Neither. It's you being painfully average while your DNA accidentally flexes."
⚔️ Divine Trial Begins: The Backup Sun Protocol
Aagneyi (annoyed): "We don't have time for your existential drama. You survived the flame. Barely. Time to test if you're not just luckier than a cursed lizard."
Karna: "As promised... your real test begins now."
🟢 Trial of the Backup Sun: 4 Rounds — Initiated
Oorja: "And no, there's no skipping. Not unless your fat spirit can fly."
🔥 Round 1: The Fireball Sangeet
Objective: Dodge 108 enchanted fireballs.Bonus condition: Must dance.
Satya (horrified): "Dance?! What is this? Fire Nach Baliye?!"
The statues around the temple lit up, shooting fireballs to the rhythm of a Bhojpuri remix version of "Tip Tip Barsa Paani."
Satya screamed. He twirled. He did bhangra. He did a crying moonwalk. He accidentally flossed. Then, out of panic, he twerked.
Fireball 17: Hit his left cheek.Fireball 36: Burned his dignity.Fireball 72: Singed his navel and soul.Fireball 100: He caught and tried to return to sender.
Oorja: "Is this dancing or demonic possession?"
Aagneyi: "Somewhere in the heavens, Natraj is suing."
System Status: SurvivedNotes: Lost rhythm, found shame.Title Unlocked:Dancing Disaster of Doom
🛢️ Round 2: Divine Ghee Slide of Shame
Objective: Slide down a sacred ghee-coated ramp avoiding flaming tridents.
Before he could protest, Aagneyi used one toe to shove him onto the ramp.
Satya (screaming while sliding): "I didn't sign up for Amusement Park of Agony!"
He flew past:
A trishul that insulted his posture
A flaming loop that yelled "LOSER!"
A holy cow that mooed in disappointment
Karna (whispering): "He almost made the cow cry."
Oorja: "That ghee has more IQ than him."
At the end, he crashed into a sanctified mango tree. The tree dropped a mango. He offered it back like a tribute.
📜 System Status: Passed💀 Health: 38%. Pride: Vaporized.🥭 Reward: Divine Mango of Mercy
🧠 Round 3: Lava Quiz – Mind vs Molten Rock
Objective: Sit on a glowing seat of lava. Answer divine trivia.
Oorja: "Time to test if your brain isn't just chapati dough."
Satya (sitting, sizzling): "I feel… enlightenment. And third-degree burns."
Q1: "Name the ancient fireborn city that fell to the Skybreaker?"
Satya: "Chudnagar?"
System: Incorrect. Seat temperature rising.
Q2: "Garud Flame's primary weakness?"
Satya: "Me?"
System: Correct. Also tragic.
Q3: "How many sigils does a Skyborn host have?"
Satya: "Twelve and a half. One's still buffering."
System: Accepted.
Karna (surprised): "He's... guessing correctly?"
Aagneyi (annoyed): "No, he's divinely dumb. The universe is pitying him."
System Status: Passed🧠 IQ Level: Slightly toasted
🎭 Round 4: Emotional Roast – The Final Burn
Objective: Sit silently while being roasted by everyone present.Condition: If you cry, trial fails.
Aagneyi (smirking): "Let's begin."
Aagneyi: "You run like you're being chased by your own responsibilities."
Karna: "Even the demons think you're 'too unserious' to possess."
Oorja: "You're not the Backup Sun. You're the Buffering Candle."
Sky Voice: "Garud Flame has never been this embarrassed."
Temple Echo: "Even your slipper abandoned you mid-battle."
Satya's lip trembled.
A single tear formed.
Then... he laughed.
Not a glorious laugh. A wheezing, awkward donkey snort of rebellion.
Satya (standing): "Roast me all you want! But I'm still here! Still burning! Still dumb, but alive!"
Aagneyi (raising a brow): "You dare stand during a roast?"
Satya (raising a finger): "I may be the weakest... the dumbest... the fattest flaming flan in history... BUT I. AM. STILL. HERE."
🔥 Suddenly, the circle lit up.
His body glowed faintly. His chest sigil shimmered.From behind him, a translucent pair of wings — one golden, one blackened — formed for a second.
System Alert:Garud Heart – Sync Rate: 1%
Title Unlocked:Trial Version: Backup Sun
Everyone stared.
Karna (smiling): "...There it is. The spark."
Oorja (mock whisper): "He still looks like a roasted momo, but at least now he's a glowing roasted momo."
System:All 4 Trials – COMPLETEDFinal Result: PASSHidden Trait Detected:Kindness under Chaos
🌄 End Scene: No Time to Nap
Satya collapsed. Again.
Satya (gasping): "I'm gonna sleep forever…"
Oorja (throwing a sandal): "Nope. Wake up, you sleepy sack of regrets."
Aagneyi (coldly): "You think the world gives you time to rest after one fluke?"
She pointed to the east — dawn was already creeping in.
Aagneyi: "Tomorrow... the Guild Selection Test begins. No flaming mangoes. No mercy. Just monsters, traps, and real enemies."
Karna: "If you fail there, you die. Not metaphorically. Literally."
Satya (moaning): "...I miss my bed. And non-burning food."
Oorja: "You'll miss more than that soon."
System Alert:🔔 Mission Incoming: Guild Selection Begins in 12 hours🛡️ Prepare or Perish
📢 Closing Narration:
Thus ends Satya's divine roast session. He danced like an idiot, slid through cholesterol hell, failed trivia, survived emotional damage… but still stood up. Even as a joke, even as a plan B… he stood.
Tomorrow, the true test begins.No jokes. No second takes. No ghee.
Just flames, fights, and the fate of guildhood.