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Chapter 162 - Chapter 162: Echoes of the Past

The darkness in the Black Tower was suffocating, a palpable force that clung to the skin and weighed heavily on the soul. As Kalki followed the general deeper into the tower's labyrinthine depths, the oppressive atmosphere intensified, as if the very walls were alive with malevolence.

The corridor they traversed was narrow, its walls carved with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with an eerie, internal light. The air was thick with a cold mist, swirling around their feet and obscuring the floor beneath them. The silence was absolute, broken only by the distant, faint sound of whispers that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

The general came to a stop before a large, iron-bound door, its surface scarred and pitted with age. Without a word, he pressed his hand against the door, and it creaked open with a deep groan, revealing a vast chamber beyond.

This room was unlike the others in the tower. It was filled with a soft, ghostly light that emanated from hundreds of small, floating orbs, each one casting a pale glow that illuminated the chamber's contents. The walls were lined with tall, ancient bookshelves, their surfaces thick with dust. In the center of the room stood a large, circular dais, its surface inlaid with intricate patterns that shimmered faintly in the light.

Kalki stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings. There was something unsettling about the place, a feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. He could sense the presence of something ancient and powerful, something that lay hidden beneath the surface.

"This is the Chamber of Memories," the general intoned, his voice echoing in the vast space. "Here, you will confront the echoes of your past, the memories that have shaped you into who you are. Only by facing these memories can you truly understand the path that lies before you."

Kalki frowned, his gaze fixed on the dais. "Memories? What kind of trial is this?"

The general's eyes glinted with a strange light. "Memories are powerful, Kalki. They hold the key to our fears, our regrets, our deepest desires. To confront them is to confront the truth of who we are. And that can be more challenging than any physical trial."

Kalki approached the dais cautiously, his footsteps echoing in the silence. As he reached the center, the floating orbs began to pulse with light, their glow intensifying until they filled the chamber with a blinding radiance. Then, just as suddenly, the light dimmed, and the orbs began to move, swirling around the dais in a dizzying dance.

The chamber seemed to shift and warp around him, the walls dissolving into a mist that obscured everything from view. Kalki felt a strange sensation, as if he were being pulled out of his own body, his consciousness drifting away from the present and into the past.

When the mist cleared, Kalki found himself standing in a familiar place—a small village nestled in the foothills of a mountain range, its thatched-roof houses bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and music, the smell of roasting meat wafting on the breeze.

Kalki's heart clenched as he recognized the village. It was the place where he had spent his childhood, a place filled with memories of simpler times, before the weight of his destiny had begun to bear down on him.

But something was wrong. The village was too quiet, too still. The laughter and music had faded, replaced by an eerie silence that set Kalki's nerves on edge. He walked through the village, his footsteps echoing unnaturally loud in the silence.

As he passed by one of the houses, he caught sight of a figure standing in the doorway. It was a young boy, no more than ten years old, with dark hair and bright, curious eyes. The boy was staring at him, his expression one of fear and confusion.

Kalki's breath caught in his throat as he realized who the boy was. It was him—his younger self, standing there as if he had just stepped out of a memory.

The boy took a hesitant step forward, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"

Kalki opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. The sight of his younger self brought a flood of memories rushing back—memories of a time when he was still innocent, unaware of the destiny that awaited him.

The boy's eyes widened with realization, and he took another step forward. "Are you…me? From the future?"

Kalki finally found his voice, though it was strained. "Yes. I'm you, from many years later."

The boy's face lit up with a mixture of wonder and fear. "What happens to us? Do we become a hero? Do we save the world?"

Kalki's heart ached at the boy's innocence, his untainted hope for the future. He wanted to tell him that everything would be fine, that they would go on to achieve great things. But the weight of the truth held him back.

Before he could answer, the scene shifted again, the village dissolving into mist once more. When the mist cleared, Kalki found himself in a dark forest, the trees towering overhead, their branches twisted and gnarled. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay.

In the distance, he heard the sound of battle—clashing swords, the cries of the wounded. He recognized this place, too—it was the site of his first real battle, the place where he had taken a life for the first time.

Kalki felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the figures moving through the trees—warriors clad in dark armor, their faces obscured by shadow. And there, at the center of the chaos, was his younger self again, now a few years older, locked in combat with a fierce opponent.

Kalki watched as his younger self fought with a ferocity born of desperation, his movements swift and brutal. But there was a wildness to his attacks, a recklessness that spoke of fear and uncertainty.

The older Kalki felt a pang of sorrow as he watched the scene play out, remembering the fear and anger that had driven him in that moment. He remembered the sickening feeling of his sword cutting through flesh, the horror of seeing the life drain from his opponent's eyes.

The younger Kalki hesitated for a brief moment, and that hesitation was all it took. His opponent seized the opportunity, driving their sword into his side. The younger Kalki cried out in pain, but he did not falter. With a roar of fury, he drove his own sword into his opponent's chest, ending the battle in a single, final blow.

The scene froze, the younger Kalki standing over his fallen opponent, blood dripping from his sword. The older Kalki approached, his heart heavy with the memory of that day.

"You were afraid," a voice whispered from the shadows. "Afraid of what you had become. Afraid of the darkness within you."

Kalki turned to see the general standing at the edge of the clearing, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. "But you overcame that fear. You embraced the darkness and used it to forge your own path."

Kalki shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. "I was lost. I didn't know who I was anymore."

The general's smile was cold and knowing. "But you found your way, didn't you? You found strength in that darkness. And now, you must do so again."

The forest began to dissolve into mist, the scene fading into darkness once more. When the mist cleared, Kalki found himself back in the Chamber of Memories, standing on the dais. The floating orbs had dimmed, their light fading as the trial came to an end.

Kalki felt drained, his mind and body weary from the ordeal. The memories he had faced were not just visions—they were the echoes of his past, the fragments of his soul that he had buried deep within himself.

The general approached, his expression unreadable. "You have faced the memories of your past, Kalki. You have confronted the darkness within you, and you have emerged stronger for it. But the trials are not over yet."

Kalki nodded, his resolve renewed. "I'm ready."

The general's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction. "Then let us continue."

As they left the Chamber of Memories, the shadows of the Black Tower seemed to close in around them once more, the darkness waiting to reveal the next trial.