The world was no stranger to shadows. In every age, they had returned-shapeless, ruthless, feeding on the fear of mankind. Yet, whenever darkness threatened to choke dharma, the eternal mother had risen. She-Mata Adishakti, womb of creation, warrior of truth, destroyer of adharma-had always chosen her daughters to fight. In Dwapar Yug, three sisters of Mithila, born from the blessed bloodline of Mata Sita, had once stood against the legions of evil. Fierce devotees, warriors of devotion, they lived and died carrying the strength of their maa in their veins. But their battle was incomplete. For Adishakti knew: the true test of Shakti would not come in Dwapar. It would arrive in Kalyug, when greed and cruelty would wear the faces of men and monsters alike. And so, through lifetimes, the sisters had waited. Reborn. Trained. Hidden. Until the day came when destiny would call. That night, destiny stirred.