"Mr. Tony there is a call for you."

"Oh, another call from Aastrana. *Huff* Hello, this is Tony Anderson from the Federal Bureau of Weapons and Elemental Magic. How may I help you?"

"Hello Mr. Tony, I am Venu Deva, the principal of Aastrana, India. I am calling to register the astra class of a student of ours."

"WHAT! You... you are the great spearman, a yielder of the gold, Ve... Venu Deva?"

"Yes, Mr. Tony Anderson *Huff* can we get back to work please."

"Ye... yes. Please tell me what I ask from now sir: Name of the candidate."

"Isavaka Jayanth."

"Ok...*mouse click* Isavaka Jayanth from...*mouse click* Draryavirda. Ok, which weapon... sorry astra has Isavaka Jayanth yielded?"

"Dhanush-baan... Err... I mean Bow and Arrow."

"Ok... *typing* archery... and class?"

"Shadow class"

"WHAAAAAAT! YOU MEAN YOU'RE GUY HAS SURVIVED THE SHADOW CLASS CURSE?!!!"

"It might sound reckless but... umm... YEAH HE HAS!"

"WHAAAT THE HELL! I NEED A SIP OF WATER... *GULP**GULP* ahh... Sir I will connect you to the Director... *GULP* please... tell him... the... same... sir *TICK*"

 The whole building of the FBWEM (Federal Bureau of Weapons and Elemental Magic) shook from top to bottom. Isavaka Jayanth, the sole survivor of the curse of shadow class. World is confused to digest the fact that someone has survived the curse of the shadow class. From the Adhinēta Pujari and Dhanush Pratha to Tony Anderson, everyone are running up and down because of the dream to survive a curse laid by the Founders and to survive the wrath of the Astras and to survive for the survival of the world.

"Hello sir, this is Andrew Garp, the director of FBWEM and trust what you say and, register Isavaka Jayanth of Draryavirda yielding archery as the sole survivor of the curse of the shadow class *click*."

"Thank you Mr. Garp and sorry for the inconvenience."

Information is easily accessible. The very next minute as the Ekha's details were registered, it could be accessed by those wicked demons.

"So the time has come for that one of Anavar's body to retake its consciousness. Ha... Haha... Hahahahaha... Let my king come back, his return is the mark of beginning of the cataclysm. Hahaha..." The sound of laugh is that shiny island made of gold. It heard throughout the palace, that capital, that island for now the mission of the Ekha has begun.