“They burst through the entrance to Patala and into the Gurukul's eastern tower. Morning light — golden and silver, the twin suns of Dev Lok — flooded through the tower's crystal windows and hit Rudra like a physical force. After hours in the lightless depths, the illumination was almost painful. He shielded his eyes with his free hand, the void sphere in the other, and stood blinking on the stone floor while his body recalibrated to the sensory abundance of the surface world.”