Years passed, and Rudra's reputation as a spiritual guide, a warrior of wisdom, and a protector of Dharma grew beyond measure. By the time he turned eight, he had amassed vast Yogic energy, unparalleled knowledge, and divine insights from sages, Devas, and even reformed Asuras. His body had grown stronger, his aura more refined, and his mind sharper than ever.
With his Supreme Velocity, he traveled back to Mahishmati, eager to reunite with his family. As he approached the grand gates of the city, the people recognized him instantly. Cheers erupted in the streets, and flower petals rained down as Mahishmati welcomed its beloved prince and Maharishi.
His younger sister, Ishita, now a beautiful and lively five-year-old, ran to him, her eyes filled with excitement. "Bhaiya! You're back!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. His mother, father, and grandfather embraced him, proud of the young sage-warrior he had become.
Rudra looked at his family, his heart swelling with warmth. Though his journey had taken him far, Mahishmati would always be his home. But deep within, he knew—this was only the beginning of a much greater destiny.