It was late. Only the waters of the Ganges lapped gently outside. In the library Rana heard his stertorous breathing. Savarna must have gone to bed. He offered a quick prayer to Ganesh then made himself comfortable at his desk to pour over the tome. Savarna was sleeping peaceably. The opening paragraph was nothing less than an ominous warning:

‘Seeker remember Fate which pursues you to the End. Break the bonds of fearful prophesies though Fear will visit itself upon you drawing near a great Confusion and Destruction abandoning that which remains in cowering Remnants of your Sanity. Blood will flow from Dark Space and with words of Dissention I will rage like a fire spawned by the depths of blasted Oblivion. Then will you see your Destiny, then will I give myself unto you.’
Rana hastily shut the book. He was not ready for this.