Silence in the middle of the night was disturbed by an uninvited guest to the temple. A person wearing a mask which looked like a long beak a Flamingo, yielding a black sword came in his view. Isavaka saw the man entering the Mandir at this time when not even the Adhinēta Pujari is allowed.

“Hey you stop!”

Without paying any attentions to Isavaka’s calls, the man still was entering the Mandir. Isavaka took a rock next to him and threw at the mask man. The rock hit the mask man but he still did not stop entering the temple.

Having hit against a hard rock, Isavaka's, head completely drowned in blood. At the same time, the orb popped out of his pocket. Holding the orb in his fist, his eyes was losing in fatigue and injuries, when he heard a sound of flute. That flute tune was similar to one that his father would play. His memories with his family started to flash in front of him. Those rainy days where the went out and played, drowned themselves and the same night, warming their bodies by sitting near the fire. All of those beautiful memories became burnt on that evening when the demons attacked his town. Everywhere there were hellfire. It was the blink of the catastrophe. He was one of the thousands of children who became orphans. Elders told that his mother was taken away by the demons and his father past away soon. After those many years, today he is hearing that flute tune. 

"Wake up, I have not taught you to do incomplete work, Isavaka. I will be blamed for that as your father."

His eyes opened wide if his father is present there. His blood wet face had a smile. The very next movement he threw the orb on the masked man. The glass orb broke after making the masked man head wet with blood. The masked man became ferocious on Isavaka's act. He took his sword and started running towards him in the intent to stab him. As he came too close, Isavaka held the metal blade of the sword and stopped the masked man. He lifted one of his hand from his sword and tried holding his collar but Isavaka resisted him.

There was two hours left for his duty end, Isavaka held him strong. Wounded immensely, Isavaka was resisting himself from fainting. The masked man took that as an opportunity and kicked Isavaka apart. "YOU-" said the masked man," are one of those who could hold me for this long... I respect YOU... YOU... if you had an astra, YOU could have defeated ME, UNDERSTOOOD... YOU" A small smirk from an old flute player watching this whole incident over a tree. The old man lifted his flute and started playing a old ritual tune which was played before a battle by his ancestors. This old ritual was ignored by masked man but understood by Isavaka. 

Isavaka took a pointed rock. he pointed it towards the masked man and rushed towards him in an intent to stab him. The masked man felt his footstep and turned back when he stabbed his fist from which he was holding the sword. The masked man gave a cry of pain. In the meantime he stabbed his foot and pulled of his mask. Behind that mask was a ugly skull, not even a dot of skin. The dusk became dawn and the Pujaris with the Adhinēta Pujari arrived witnessing blood trenched Isavaka fighting a skull having life. The sunlight from the sunrise started burning the skull. 

"YOU... YOU are it... YOU are the EKHA... Dharmaraja selected YOU... YOU will be the reincarnate of that old... old... LEGEND, THE ONE WHO WILL YIELD THE... huff... pfft...B-" The skull man disappeared. From a close distance, the Dhanush Pratha and the Adhinēta Pujari found the meaning of what that skull man tried to say. 

A few seconds later of this incident, Isavaka fainted. The Dhanush Pratha and the Pujaris took him inside the temple. The Adhinēta Pujari who previously was the Grandha Pratha, chanted the healing Shlokas. The wounds were covered but Isavaka did not wake up. A day went by. Another day went by. His unconsciousness remained same for a week. Out of the midst, an afternoon Isavaka opened his eyes in a carriage. He witnessed the Adhinēta Pujari and the Dhanush Pratha talking about something. When they observed Isavaka waking up, they shifted their concentration on him. They asked if he is feeling rejuvenated. Isavaka nodded his head but his stomach yelled. The Adhinēta Pujari and the Dhanush Pratha were laughing. They gave him some roasted peanuts. When he pushed his eyes outside the carriage, he witnessed the Astra hall of Aastrana. 

When he turned his head towards them, he understood that he is awarded his second chance.