Origin and annihilation are two sides of the same coin.
The way one must live life is often taught by certain priceless beings.
Yet, humans have placed the very same beings beneath themselves.
This story begins with an incident.
On a battlefield, a woman rides forward on a horse, holding a sword firmly in her hands.
Her eyes burn with anger, while a fierce determination rests upon her face.
But she is not just a warrior — she is also a mother.
A mother who has faced countless struggles in her life, and now, fate has brought her to a moment where she must hide from her enemies.
Yet today… she is about to face death.
By the cruelty of her circumstances, her seven-year-old daughter is tied to the end of her saree, forced to witness the horrors of the battlefield.
Suddenly, a deep beam of light falls upon the woman's white horse.
In the very next moment, the horse leaps forward with incredible force — as if no other creature alive could match its strength.
It was no ordinary horse… it was the royal steed of a princess.
It had stood beside kings and princes in countless terrifying wars.
And that princess… was the very same woman.
But then, without warning, the horse begins to stumble.
It feels as though the woman's very soul has been shaken.
The horse lets out a loud, desperate neigh — as if this were its final day.
The woman quickly tries to calm it down, but the horse only neighs louder, its voice filled with pain.
Suddenly, her eyes fall upon a small wound on the horse.
A terrifying thought crosses her mind—
"Could someone have poisoned it?"
Despair begins to appear on her face.
Tears fill the woman's eyes, for the horse was not just an animal to her… it was her companion, her trusted friend.
"This horse… my father gave it to me," she says softly.
"But perhaps… it will no longer be able to stay by my side.
What will happen to my daughter…?"
Suddenly, her eyes fall upon a crack within a broken tree.
Without wasting a moment, she carefully hides her daughter inside it.
After that, she walks back toward her horse.
It struggles to breathe, its eyes slowly fading.
The thought of parting from her companion fills her with deep sorrow, and tears begin to fall from her eyes.
Yet, there is no fear within them — not the kind that would appear in any ordinary woman.
With burning anger, she speaks:
"What would these beasts know of the value of love?
Even in my final moments… I will not forget how to fight."
She draws her sword…
and places it firmly upon her palm.
As the blade presses into her palm, the skin splits open, forming a deep wound.
A few drops of blood fall onto the ground.
One of her hands is now stained in blood.
She gently places it upon the horse's face, as if offering it a final blessing.
The woman closes her eyes.
A memory returns to her—
When she was a child, she had once tried to touch this very horse for the first time.
Back then, she hesitated, pulling her hand back in fear, too afraid to go near it.
But in the end… she had reached out and touched it with love.
The woman opens her eyes and softly says,
"This… is my final touch."
The horse grows calm, as if it understands everything she is saying.
The poison spreads rapidly through its body, making it harder and harder for it to breathe.
After that, without saying a word, the woman leaves the horse behind and moves forward toward the battlefield.
As she walks farther and farther away, she becomes completely alone.
Only a little time remains before the inevitable unfolds.
Now, she stands upon a battlefield that resembles a desert—
a place where even the thought of death feels real.
Her gaze stops at the soldiers approaching from the front.
Raising her voice, she declares:
"I may not be a man…
but I am no weaker than one."
At that very moment, the terrifying crowd of soldiers lets out a fierce roar and begins charging toward her at great speed.
In the end, the soldiers finally reach the woman…
and before those terrifying warriors, she breathes her last.
Yet, she leaves behind a deep smile upon her face.
The soldiers rush forward, continuing their march.
But today… the consequences of their sins were about to fall into the hands of someone far from weak.
High above, upon a great mountain, a lone figure sits, having witnessed everything—
the battle, the woman's struggle, and the story of her love for her daughter.
Suddenly, he rises.
Wearing worn, ancient clothes, the man appears to be around twenty-five years old.
His face, partially hidden beneath his white hair, radiates an overwhelming sense of power.
At that very moment…
the direction of the wind begins to change, growing fierce and violent.
Then, along with the raging winds, the man begins to rise into the sky—
ascending higher and higher without any support.
After reaching a certain height, he stops mid-air.
In a deep, commanding voice, he declares:
"I refuse to believe that this world has any future.
I have tasted the bitterness of this existence for far too long…
and there is only one way to reshape this fate—"
"Division."
As he spreads his hands wide, the earth begins to tremble violently.
Cracks tear through the ground, and slowly… molten lava starts to emerge from within.
The human world begins to split into two parts.
And as it unfolds before him, the man speaks with overwhelming pride:
"Valmik's judgment…
is now etched upon stone like an unbreakable decree—
one that no one can deny."
In that very moment, the Earth splits into two.
But suddenly, the man is unable to contain his own power…
and his head separates from his body.
He delivers his judgment—
no matter how right or wrong it may have been…
…but in the end,
he pays for it with his life.
In the end, after thousands of years of devastating changes, the two fragments of the Earth evolve into separate worlds.
The first fragment turns into a crimson realm, which people begin to call the Red Moon.
On the second fragment, humanity finds its way back, as some humans manage to survive and adapt to the transformation.
And as for the Moon…
it remains just as it always was.
Yet, all three of these worlds hold secrets—
mysteries that people have been searching for, even to this day.
And thus…
the Trilok Chakra is born.
It reveals three paths of existence, three ways of living life.
But in the present age, these worlds are being used merely as sources of energy.
And a question still lingers—
Was this truly justice delivered by that man…
or was it all part of a greater conspiracy to bring about this change?