Rudra transform into Rakshasa, the demon warrior.

Little Rudra saw an old temple far away. Curious, he went into the jungle, though it was dark and frightening inside.
The jungle was full of greenery, but it felt eerie. He saw many animals and insects all around. Near the temple, he noticed a huge old statue covered in moss.

The temple looked ancient. Staring in amazement, he said,
“Wow… this temple is so old—and a little broken. I think it might even be made of gold!”

He stepped inside carefully. Snakes slithered across the floor.
He gasped, “Oh, God… so many snakes… this is too scary!”

Inside, the temple grew darker and darker. Everything felt old and mysterious. Rudra continued walking down the dark path, fear creeping into his heart.

Suddenly, he saw something glowing deep inside the darkness.
He thought, Something’s there… and began to run toward the light.

There, floating in the air, was a bright golden bracelet—shining like it was alive. It hovered gently, as if caught in the wind. Rudra approached slowly and reached out to touch it.

The moment his fingers brushed the bracelet, it shot forward and wrapped itself around his wrist.

He screamed in shock, trying to pull it off, but no matter how hard he tried—it wouldn’t come off. The bracelet had attached itself permanently to his wrist.

Then, from the shadows, a loud roar echoed through the temple. A monster opened its glowing eyes and shouted, shaking the ground. It began to move toward Rudra.

Rudra froze in fear, desperately searching for a way out. He looked at the bracelet again—and instinctively touched it.

In an instant, his body began to change. His eyes turned blood-red, his muscles expanded, and his hair grew wild and long. His voice deepened into a monstrous roar.

Rudra had transformed into Rakshasa, the Demon Warrior.

The monster stared in disbelief.
“No… no! A little boy has transformed into a demon? That bracelet—‘Saktra’—it’s not a toy! It’s a powerful weapon meant for a true warrior! This foolish child… I must destroy him!”

Rudra—now Rakshasa—couldn’t control his body. He didn’t even know who he was anymore.
He roared in fury and charged at the monster.

The Rakshasa attacked relentlessly. The monster tried to defend itself but couldn’t match the demon’s power. Filled with rage, Rakshasa lifted a huge temple pillar and hurled it straight at the monster.

The monster slashed the pillar in half with his sword, but the ground began to shake violently. An earthquake struck—the temple trembled, and outside, the teachers and students felt the ground shaking.

Everyone was shocked.

Far away, the Black Sadhu suddenly opened his eyes and said,
“Hehehe… someone has unlocked the Saktra—the key of Chakra! Hahaha!”
He laughed wickedly.
“Oh, Lord Shiva… you are great! I’ve waited millions of years for this moment. My dream is finally coming true… The Chakra shall be mine!”

Inside the temple, the battle grew even more intense.
Rakshasa unleashed his full strength, attacking the monster with unstoppable power. The monster drew his massive sword and slashed at Rakshasa, but Rakshasa blocked the attack and grew even more furious. His body expanded, becoming larger and more terrifying.

The monster’s eyes widened in fear. He swung his sword again, but Rakshasa shattered it with his bare hands and punched the monster with tremendous force. The monster was thrown across the hall, crashing into the wall, severely injured.

Rakshasa laughed loudly, his roar echoing through the temple.

Just as he was about to kill the monster, a mystical Sadhu appeared and threw a handful of magic powder into Rakshasa’s face.

The powder sparkled in the air, and Rakshasa’s eyes dimmed. He staggered, then fell to the ground—unconscious.

The Sadhu looked at him and said,
“This child must be trained… He needs to learn how to control this power.”