Vansh looked beneath the water and found that there is stone which is different from other and it's shining little bit.
Rohit suddenly said "Maybe "985N692W" and "769S26E" is the direction we have to move. But there is one thing i.e. which way we should go first north or south.
They decided to move North first then South. After going 485 steps North they found a wall so they came back and started walking in South but here also they found a wall.
They started thinking where were they wrong. Does that clue doesn't mean direction ? Or Did they counted wrong step ? Or Did Vansh written the wrong numbers?
While thinking their eyes fall on the stone of which ground is made up of. Vansh said may it's not step it's number of stones in that direction.
Thinking this they again started from the foundation and went in the North direction but this time they counted stones on the ground.By following the instructions they reached in front of tree debris.
Vansh leaned over to get a better look and gasped as he spotted what appeared to be an ornate key partially buried in the debris.
"Could this be…?" Vansh murmured as he carefully reached to retrieve it.
As soon as he held it up for everyone to see—a beautifully crafted key adorned with intricate designs—he felt an overwhelming sense that this was no ordinary key; it was part of something much larger than himself.
"What do you think it unlocks?" Rohit asked curiously.
"I don't know yet," Vansh replied thoughtfully as he examined it closely. "But I have a feeling we're about to find out."
With renewed determination coursing through them, they decided to continue exploring Elysian Park for more clues about what lay ahead. As they wandered deeper into its enchanting paths lined with ancient trees and blooming flowers, each step felt like stepping further into their own adventure—a journey filled with possibilities that mirrored those found in their favorite stories.
As they ventured forth into unknown territory together, Vansh couldn't shake off an odd sensation: that somehow this journey was intricately tied not only to the game but also to his own life—a narrative waiting to unfold before them all.
Little did they know that this was just the beginning; mysteries awaited them at every corner—mysteries that would challenge their perceptions of reality itself and lead them down paths neither could have imagined before stepping foot into Elysian Park.
As Vansh, Rohit, and Sawati stood in the tranquil embrace of Elysian Park, the ornate key glimmered in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Its intricate designs seemed to pulse with a life of their own, hinting at secrets long buried. The trio exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in the air.
"Where do we even start looking for what this key unlocks?" Rohit pondered aloud, turning the key over in his hands as if it might whisper its secrets.
Vansh felt a surge of inspiration. "What if there's an old chest or door somewhere in the park? Something that could have been forgotten over time?" He gestured toward a nearby grove where ancient trees stood sentinel, their gnarled roots twisting like fingers clutching at the earth.
"Let's check it out!" Sawati exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. They moved toward the grove, the leaves crunching underfoot as they ventured deeper into the park's heart.
As they explored, they stumbled upon a clearing surrounded by towering trees. In the center stood an enormous oak with a hollow at its base. The bark was rough and weathered, but something about it felt significant.
"Do you think…?" Rohit began, eyeing the hollow suspiciously.
Vansh knelt beside the tree and peered inside. "It's worth checking." He reached into the hollow and felt around. His fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. Pulling it out revealed an intricately designed lockbox that matched the key perfectly.
"Could this be it?" he asked, holding it up for his friends to see.
"Only one way to find out," Sawati replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Vansh inserted the key into the lock and turned it slowly. With a satisfying click, the box sprang open, revealing a collection of old parchment scrolls and a small crystal orb that shimmered with an ethereal light.
"What are these?" Rohit wondered aloud as he carefully unrolled one of the scrolls. The text was written in an elegant script that seemed to dance across the page.
"It looks like a story," Vansh said, leaning closer to read over Rohit's shoulder. "But it's not just any story; it's about a person who embarks on a quest to save worlds from impending doom."
Vansh thought for a moment and focus it's written "worlds", not "world".
So is there more than one world and if there is than who did this scroll writer knows. What does it have to do with us.
Sawati gasped as she examined another scroll. "Look! This one mentions a game—a game that blurs the lines between reality and fiction! It talks about players who can manipulate destinies."
Vansh's heart raced as he connected the dots. "This is more than just fiction; it's a prophecy! It's like someone knew what was going to happen in our game!"
Rohit nodded slowly. "And this crystal… what do you think it does?"