Silence filled the room.
Not the ordinary kind of silence.
This silence felt alive… heavy… watching.
Rahul sat cross-legged on the cold floor, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and controlled. For the first time since gaining his powers, he wasn't chasing strength, revenge, or control.
He was simply… still.
But inside him—
There was a storm.
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At first, it was faint.
A slow movement.
Like a distant ripple in dark water.
Then gradually—
It grew.
The energy inside Rahul began to move faster.
Not in one direction.
But in all directions.
Chaotic.
Violent.
Unstable.
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Rahul's breathing tightened.
His fingers twitched slightly.
Sweat formed on his forehead.
Inside his body, it felt like fire was spreading through his veins.
Not burning his flesh—
But something deeper.
Something ancient.
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"Stay still."
The old man's voice echoed calmly.
"Don't react."
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Rahul clenched his jaw.
He could feel it clearly now.
That power.
The same power that allowed him to kill without effort…
The same power that let him control minds…
The same power that made him feel invincible…
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It wasn't just power.
It was something else.
Something alive.
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A sudden pulse surged through him.
His eyes snapped open.
They glowed faintly red.
"I can feel it…" Rahul said slowly.
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The old man stood in front of him, watching carefully.
"Good."
"What do you feel?"
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Rahul looked down at his hands.
"They're… not stable."
He paused.
"It's like… something is moving inside me."
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The old man nodded.
"That is correct."
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Rahul frowned slightly.
"It doesn't feel like my power."
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The old man stepped closer.
"It isn't."
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Silence.
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Rahul looked up.
"What do you mean?"
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The old man's eyes sharpened.
"That power did not originate from you."
"It was given to you."
"Or more accurately…"
"It attached itself to you."
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Rahul's expression hardened slightly.
"So what?"
"It's still mine now."
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The old man didn't argue.
Instead, he asked—
"Then tell me this…"
"If it is yours…"
"Why can't you fully control it?"
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That question…
Landed deeper than Rahul expected.
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For a moment, he said nothing.
Because deep inside—
He knew the answer.
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He couldn't control it.
Not completely.
Not yet.
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Rahul looked away.
"…Then what is it?"
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The old man didn't answer immediately.
He walked slowly around Rahul.
Observing him.
Studying him.
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Then he spoke—
"It is a remnant."
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Rahul frowned.
"A remnant?"
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"Yes."
"A leftover will."
"A fragment of something that once existed."
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Rahul's mind flashed.
The vision he saw underwater.
Three shadows.
Three beings.
Destroyed in an instant.
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"The three demons…" Rahul muttered.
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The old man stopped.
"You've seen them."
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Rahul looked up.
"…Maybe."
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The old man's voice became heavier.
"Then you already know."
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Rahul's expression turned serious.
"That power…"
"…belongs to them."
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Silence.
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The room felt colder.
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Rahul slowly stood up.
His body steady.
But his mind… moving fast.
"So you're saying…"
"…they're inside me?"
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The old man shook his head.
"Not exactly."
"They are dead."
"Completely destroyed."
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He stepped closer.
"But their blood…"
"…carried their essence."
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Rahul's eyes narrowed.
"Essence…"
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"Yes."
"Power."
"Will."
"Instinct."
"Desire."
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The old man's voice became quieter.
"And that essence now exists within you."
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Rahul clenched his fists slightly.
"So what?"
"I'll just control it."
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The old man looked at him directly.
"You think it's that simple?"
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A pause.
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Then—
"Let me show you something."
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Before Rahul could react—
The old man moved.
Fast.
But not physically.
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He touched Rahul's forehead.
Lightly.
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Everything went dark.
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Rahul's body froze.
His eyes widened.
But he couldn't move.
Couldn't speak.
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Then—
He was no longer in the room.
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He stood in darkness.
Endless darkness.
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No ground.
No sky.
No direction.
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Just…
Nothing.
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"What is this…?"
Rahul's voice echoed.
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Then suddenly—
A sound.
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A heartbeat.
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BOOM.
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Another.
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BOOM.
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Louder.
Heavier.
Closer.
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Rahul turned.
But there was nothing to see.
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Then—
A faint red glow appeared.
Far away.
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Slowly—
It grew larger.
Closer.
Stronger.
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Rahul's body tensed.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
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The glow split into three.
Three separate sources.
Each one darker than the last.
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And then—
They took shape.
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Three massive shadows emerged from the darkness.
Towering.
Formless.
But filled with terrifying presence.
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Rahul froze.
"…What are those?"
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No answer.
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But he could feel it.
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Power.
Pure.
Ancient.
Overwhelming.
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The three shadows didn't move.
But their presence alone felt like pressure crushing his existence.
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Then—
One of them shifted slightly.
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A voice echoed.
Deep.
Distorted.
Ancient.
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"You…"
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Rahul's body stiffened.
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"…carry us."
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His heart pounded.
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"What… are you?" Rahul asked.
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The shadows didn't fully respond.
But the voices overlapped.
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"We are…"
"…what remains."
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Rahul's breathing became heavier.
"This isn't real…"
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But deep inside—
He knew it was.
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Another voice echoed.
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"You are weak."
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Rahul's eyes sharpened.
"What did you say?"
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The darkness around them pulsed.
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"You use our power…"
"…like a child."
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Anger flickered in Rahul's eyes.
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"I don't need you."
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Silence.
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Then—
A faint… mocking sound.
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"Then prove it."
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Suddenly—
The shadows moved.
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The entire space distorted.
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Rahul felt pressure slam into him.
His body dropped to one knee.
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"What… is this…?!"
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The weight increased.
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"You cannot control us…"
"…because you are not worthy."
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Rahul gritted his teeth.
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"I don't need to be worthy."
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He stood up.
Slowly.
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His aura began to rise.
Dark energy surged around him.
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"I just need to be stronger."
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The shadows reacted.
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For the first time—
They moved toward him.
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Fast.
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Rahul raised his hand.
Power gathered instantly.
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A massive force exploded outward.
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The darkness trembled.
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But the shadows didn't stop.
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They collided with him.
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BOOM.
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Rahul was thrown back.
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Pain shot through his entire body.
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But he stood again.
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"I'm not weak…"
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His voice echoed.
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"I'm the one in control!"
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He attacked again.
Stronger.
Faster.
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Energy clashed against darkness.
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The space shook violently.
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But no matter how much power Rahul used—
The shadows didn't break.
Didn't fall.
Didn't disappear.
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They remained.
Unshaken.
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Then—
One of them spoke again.
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"You misunderstand…"
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The darkness tightened around Rahul.
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"We are not your enemies."
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A pause.
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"We are your power."
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Silence.
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Rahul stopped.
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His breathing heavy.
His body tense.
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"…Then why are you resisting me?"
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The answer came instantly.
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"Because you resist yourself."
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Everything went silent.
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Rahul's eyes widened slightly.
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"You fight us…"
"…instead of becoming us."
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The words echoed.
Deep.
Unavoidable.
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Rahul stood still.
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For the first time—
He didn't attack.
Didn't react.
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He thought.
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The old man's voice echoed faintly in his memory—
Don't control it… observe it.
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Rahul slowly lowered his hand.
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The shadows didn't attack.
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They watched.
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Waiting.
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Rahul closed his eyes.
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He let the energy flow.
Didn't stop it.
Didn't shape it.
Didn't fight it.
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The darkness around him changed.
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The pressure faded slightly.
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The shadows… stopped moving.
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For a brief moment—
Everything became still.
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Then—
The voices spoke one last time.
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"Learn…"
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"…or be consumed."
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Everything shattered.
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Rahul's eyes snapped open.
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He was back in the room.
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His body was covered in sweat.
His breathing heavy.
His heart racing.
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The old man stood in front of him.
Watching.
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"You saw them," he said.
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Rahul didn't reply immediately.
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He looked down at his hands.
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"They're not just power…"
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His voice was low.
Serious.
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"They're… alive."
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The old man nodded.
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"Yes."
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Silence filled the room again.
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Rahul looked up.
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"…What happens if I lose control?"
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The old man's expression didn't change.
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"You won't lose control."
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A pause.
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"You will cease to exist."
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Those words landed heavily.
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Rahul stood up slowly.
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For the first time—
There was no arrogance in his expression.
No anger.
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Only focus.
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"…Then teach me."
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The old man smiled faintly.
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"This… was only the beginning."
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Outside—
The wind blew softly.
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But inside—
A war had just started.
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Not against enemies.
Not against the world.
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But within Rahul himself.
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And this war…
Would decide everything.