The forest stood silent once more.
But this silence was no longer empty.
It carried meaning.
Direction.
As if the world itself had changed the way it spoke.
Karna stood still for a long moment.
The words of Narada still echoed within him like a distant resonance that refused to fade.
Kailash.
The name alone felt heavy.
Sacred.
Distant.
Not just a place, but a threshold—something beyond which life would no longer remain the same.
Yet—
Not unreachable.
Not anymore.
Karna slowly lifted his gaze.
Toward the north.
He could not see it.
No path marked it.
No sky revealed it.
And yet—
He could feel it.
A subtle pull.
Like something ancient calling without words.
A direction that existed beyond sight.
"Mount Kailash…"
He whispered softly.
The sound disappeared into the wind, but the intention remained.
The path ahead was unknown.
Dangerous.
Unforgiving.
Perhaps even impossible for one like him.
But Karna did not hesitate.
Because for the first time—
