CHAPTER 30, THE FIRST TRIAL OF ILLUSION AND THE AWAKENING OF THE GRANTH
Morning arrived quietly over Hero Academy, but the calm it brought felt unnatural.
The sunlight spread gently across the buildings, touching the cracked arena, the silent training grounds, and the empty pathways where students usually gathered. Everything looked normal on the surface—
but beneath that calm, something had shifted.
The world itself felt like it was holding its breath.
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Inside his room, Krrish stood still.
There was no hesitation left in his eyes now.
No confusion.
Only clarity.
Only purpose.
He had already made his decision.
If the path to saving the world began with finding the Granth—
then that was exactly where he would go.
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He slowly closed his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he let his awareness sink inward, connecting with the layers of energy within him.
Mana flowed steadily.
The dark presence of the Black Shadow remained silent, observing.
And beneath both—
that strange, balanced force continued to exist.
Neither light.
Nor darkness.
Something in between.
Something… his own.
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"Are you ready?" the Black Shadow's voice echoed within.
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Krrish didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
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"Then remember this," the Shadow said, its tone more serious than ever before.
"What you are about to face…"
"…will not be entirely real."
"…and not entirely illusion."
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The moment those words settled—
the world around Krrish began to distort.
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His room blurred.
The walls dissolved like mist.
The light fractured into fragments.
And in the next instant—
everything disappeared.
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Krrish opened his eyes.
He was no longer in his room.
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He stood in the middle of a dense forest.
Tall trees surrounded him in every direction, their trunks stretching upward beyond sight. The air felt thick, almost heavy, and the silence was unnerving.
But something was wrong.
Very wrong.
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The shadows of the trees fell in the wrong direction.
The wind moved—
but the leaves didn't respond.
The ground beneath his feet felt solid—
yet unstable.
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Krrish's gaze sharpened.
"This isn't a normal place."
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The Black Shadow's voice echoed faintly.
"This is where reality and illusion overlap."
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Krrish took a step forward.
The moment his foot touched the ground—
the surface shifted slightly, like water disturbed by a ripple.
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"This place reacts…" he thought.
"…to perception."
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He continued walking.
Carefully.
Observing everything.
Trusting nothing.
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After a few steps—
the path ahead split into three.
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One path to the left.
One to the right.
And one straight ahead.
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A voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once.
"Choose the correct path."
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Krrish stopped.
He didn't move immediately.
Instead, he closed his eyes.
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He focused inward.
Not on what he could see—
but on what he could feel.
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The left path carried a heavy, suffocating darkness.
The kind that pulled at the mind.
The right path carried a calm, almost inviting divine energy.
Peaceful.
Comforting.
Tempting.
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And the path ahead—
felt like nothing.
Empty.
Neutral.
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Krrish slowly opened his eyes.
A faint smile appeared.
"So that's the trick…"
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If he chose darkness—
he would be consumed.
If he chose divine energy—
he would be controlled.
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Both were traps.
Different forms.
Same outcome.
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Without hesitation—
Krrish stepped forward.
Straight ahead.
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The moment his foot crossed the path—
everything shattered.
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The forest collapsed into fragments of light and shadow.
The illusion broke completely.
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And the next moment—
he stood somewhere else.
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An open field.
Endless.
Silent.
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But this place…
was far more dangerous.
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Because standing in front of him—
were multiple versions of himself.
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Each one different.
Each one carrying a different presence.
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One version stood with overwhelming power—
his eyes filled with hunger for strength.
Another radiated anger—
rage burning in every movement.
Another looked broken—
defeated, empty, lost.
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All of them turned toward him.
At the same time.
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"Who are you?"
They spoke together.
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The question echoed deeply.
Not just in the air—
but in his mind.
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Krrish didn't answer immediately.
Because this…
was not a simple question.
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This was a test of identity.
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If he chose one version—
he would become it.
If he denied them—
he would reject parts of himself.
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Both were wrong.
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He closed his eyes for a moment.
Then opened them again.
Calm.
Steady.
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"I am not just one of you."
His voice was quiet.
But absolute.
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"I am all of you…"
A pause.
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"…and beyond all of you."
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The moment those words left his mouth—
the versions of himself froze.
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Then—
one by one—
they shattered.
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The field dissolved.
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Silence returned.
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And then—
a new structure appeared.
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An ancient temple.
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Half-broken.
Covered in cracks.
Yet still standing.
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A deep, ancient energy radiated from within it.
Not divine.
Not demonic.
Something older.
Something neutral.
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Krrish walked toward it.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
As if the temple itself was testing his resolve.
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He entered.
The inside was dark.
Silent.
Timeless.
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At the center—
on a raised platform—
it was there.
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The Granth.
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The same one he had seen in his inner space.
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It rested there quietly.
Yet its presence filled the entire temple.
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Krrish approached slowly.
His heartbeat steady.
His gaze focused.
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The closer he got—
the heavier the air became.
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As if something unseen was watching him.
Judging him.
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He reached out his hand.
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But before he could touch it—
a voice echoed.
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"Are you worthy?"
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The question wasn't loud.
But it carried immense weight.
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Krrish didn't pull his hand back.
He didn't hesitate.
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Because he understood now.
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This wasn't about strength.
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It was about his will.
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His purpose.
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His truth.
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At that exact moment—
everything went dark.
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The temple disappeared.
The Granth vanished.
The world collapsed into nothingness.
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Far beyond—
in a realm untouched by time—
Mahadev opened his eyes once more.
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Beside him stood Adi Shakti.
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"He has passed the first stage," she said softly.
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Mahadev remained silent for a moment.
Then gave a slight nod.
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"This was only the beginning."
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His voice carried calm certainty.
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"The real test… begins now."
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Back in the darkness—
Krrish stood alone.
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But this time—
he wasn't confused.
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He wasn't lost.
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He was ready.
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"I'm prepared."
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The moment he said those words—
a blinding light burst forth from the void.
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It moved toward him.
Fast.
Unavoidable.
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The next phase had begun.
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And from this point forward—
there was no turning back.
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Krrish had stepped onto a path—
that would test not just his strength…
but his very existence.
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And somewhere beyond all realms—
something was watching.
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Waiting.
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To decide his fate. 🔥