Inside Fahim's consciousness—
"I told you it wouldn't work. Humans are more emotional than any creatures I created in the universe," Nur lamented, their form slowly consumed by shadows alongside Fahim's soul.
Fahim's voice was filled with concern. "What's happening? Why are we being swallowed by this darkness?"
The shadows tightened their grip, pulling them deeper into the abyss. Fahim's panic surged, his breaths coming in rapid gasps. Suddenly, a primal scream erupted from him, a cry of defiance that echoed through the void.
Determination flooded him as he ran toward the opposite direction within his consciousness. "It's now or never," he resolved, his voice a mix of fear and fierce resolve. "I don't care about anything except saving the universe. Nothing can hold me back."
With an unyielding will, he charged through the walls of his mind, crashing through each barrier. His consciousness shattered, each fragment exploding into a brilliant light, dispelling the darkness with radiant energy.
As he destroyed the final barrier, his soul self erupted in a blaze of light, consuming the shadows entirely.
For a moment, there was silence—then a powerful surge of energy illuminated the darkness and shadow.
As Fahim opened his eyes, he beheld a figure cloaked in white attire, holding a floating book.
"Have I made it?" Fahim wondered silently, observing the mysterious figure.
"Are you Fahim?" the entity inquired with a deep tone.
"Yes, I am," Fahim replied cautiously.
"Sit on the carpet beneath you," instructed the figure.
Fahim obeyed, only to witness the ground beneath him break away, revealing a chasm of lava below.
"It's the afterlife, and now I will judge your deeds," explained the figure, revealing a compass and a weight scale. "The compass will indicate your direction, guiding the movement of your carpet.
The weight scale will determine its elevation. If the carpet veers backward beyond my voice's reach or descends into the lava below, you will be sent to hell. But if it ascends and moves forward in my direction, you will go to heaven."
Realization dawned on Fahim. "So, I've truly died. But can I know what's happening to Earth?" He inquired anxiously.
"All of your questions will be answered once you reach heaven. For now, I am Angel Porter," replied the figure.
"Very well, you may proceed," Fahim consented.
"I will begin with your good deeds and end with your bad deeds," Porter declared solemnly.
.The scene shifted. -
"Bye bye," says Fjink, and the three clones suddenly teleported in front of Loraj, Amatu, and Inahan and gave them punches before they could react.
Their bodies were completely destroyed, leaving behind three triangle-shaped metals. The sun-symbolled man flew to them, avoiding the entity, as the three clones of Fjink disappeared.
He landed and saw Loraj, Amatu, and Inahan dead, their bodies reduced to dust. For a moment, he stood frozen, his mind refusing to process the horror in front of him. He dropped to his knees, his breath shallow and rapid, as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
The sun-symbolled man looked at the entity, who was smiling. A mixture of disbelief and sorrow twisted his expression. His hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
From the dust, he picked up the three triangle-shaped metals, his fingers trembling as he did so. Tears welled up and spilled over, streaking down his face. He cradled the metals against his chest, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. A strangled cry of anguish escaped him, raw and primal.
He remained there for a moment, bowed under the weight of his grief. Then, slowly, his sorrow began to transform into something else—something fiery and resolute. He stood up, his face now a mask of steely determination. The tears had dried, leaving only the burning resolve in his eyes.
With a roar of fury, he flew toward the entity, but it darted west. The sun-symbolled man gave chase, his every movement driven by the need for retribution.
And those three clones disappeared.