Chereads / Kali and Kalki: The Prophecy of a New Dawn / Chapter 174 - Chapter 175: The Trials of Patience

Chapter 174 - Chapter 175: The Trials of Patience

The days stretched long, blurring together as Kalki continued his training with Parashurama in the secluded forest. Though physically exhausted, his spirit remained steadfast. He knew that mastering the relic was not just about strength, but about patience—something Parashurama drilled into him with brutal repetition.

Each day was a trial in endurance, but this particular day was different. As Kalki sat meditating under the ancient tree, the relic resting beside him, the sky above darkened, and an ominous chill crept through the air. The forest, usually alive with the sounds of birds and wind, fell deathly silent. Kalki opened his eyes, sensing the shift.

Parashurama appeared from the shadows, his face grim. "The forest itself is restless. Something is coming."

Kalki stood, his muscles tense. "What is it?"

"Another trial," Parashurama replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But not one of my design."

Without warning, a sharp cry echoed through the trees, followed by the rustling of leaves and the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. Kalki grabbed the relic, its surface vibrating with the energy of the impending threat. His heart pounded in his chest as he readied himself.

Emerging from the trees were figures cloaked in shadows, their forms shifting like smoke. Their eyes burned red, and their movements were unnaturally quick. Kalki's breath caught in his throat—these were not ordinary men, but twisted creatures, tainted by the remnants of the world's dark past.

"They are remnants of the war," Parashurama said darkly, drawing his axe. "Beasts born from the greed and corruption of men. They feed on fear, on weakness. Do not falter."

The creatures lunged at them with terrifying speed, their claws outstretched. Kalki moved instinctively, the relic in his hand glowing faintly as he swung it in a wide arc, cutting through the air. The first creature hissed as the relic made contact, its form dissolving into a cloud of ash. But more followed, faster and more aggressive.

Kalki's heart raced, his body moving on pure reflex as he ducked and dodged their attacks. Parashurama fought beside him, his axe cleaving through the shadowed forms with precise, brutal efficiency. Despite their numbers, the creatures were relentless, and Kalki could feel the strain beginning to take its toll.

He swung the relic again, cutting down another creature, but his movements were slowing. His limbs felt heavy, his mind clouded. The relic, though powerful, demanded more than just physical strength—it required focus, and Kalki's was slipping.

"Do not let them into your mind!" Parashurama barked, cleaving another creature in two. "They thrive on doubt. Stay sharp!"

Kalki gritted his teeth, pushing the fatigue from his mind. He couldn't afford to be weak. Not now. Not ever.

The Mind's Test

As the battle raged on, Kalki began to notice something strange. The creatures' attacks were erratic, as if they weren't just targeting his body, but probing his thoughts, his fears. He could feel their presence in his mind, whispering doubts and insecurities.

"You're not ready," one voice hissed in his ear. "You'll fail, just like all the others."

"Why fight?" another voice taunted. "Kali is too powerful. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Kalki's grip tightened around the relic, the voices growing louder, more persistent. His vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to shift. The dark forest melted away, replaced by the battlefield from his vision—the charred ground, the smoldering ruins, and Kali standing in the distance, his cruel smile widening.

"You cannot stop me, Kalki," Kali's voice echoed, deep and mocking. "This world belongs to me now."

For a moment, Kalki faltered, his resolve wavering under the weight of his doubt. Could he really stop Kali? Was he truly strong enough?

"Kalki!" Parashurama's voice cut through the haze like a blade. "Focus! This is not real!"

Kalki blinked, shaking his head as the vision faded, and the forest returned. The creatures were closing in, their red eyes gleaming with hunger. The relic in his hand pulsed, its energy calling out to him, urging him to push through the illusion.

He clenched his jaw, forcing the doubt from his mind. No. This wasn't real. It was a test—a test of his mind, of his will. And he would not fail.

With renewed determination, Kalki focused his energy, channeling it into the relic. The glow intensified, casting a brilliant light over the battlefield. The creatures shrieked, recoiling from the brightness, their forms dissolving into nothingness.

Kalki swung the relic one final time, and with it, a wave of energy erupted from its core, washing over the remaining creatures. The light consumed them, and the forest was silent once more.

The Lesson of Control

Kalki stood in the clearing, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat. The relic's glow faded, and the forest returned to its natural state. Parashurama approached, his axe resting on his shoulder.

"You did well," Parashurama said, his voice steady. "But remember, this is only the beginning. The mind is as much a battlefield as the body."

Kalki nodded, still catching his breath. The creatures had been formidable, but the real battle had been within himself—against the doubts that lingered in the depths of his mind. He knew that Kali was still far away, but the threat of his power loomed closer with each passing day.

"How do I fight something that isn't real?" Kalki asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Parashurama smiled faintly, a rare gesture from the hardened warrior. "By believing in what is real. Your strength. Your purpose. You are the only one who can control your mind, Kalki. Never forget that."

Kalki stared at the relic in his hand, feeling its weight once more. The battle with Kali would not just be fought with swords and relics—it would be fought within, against the fears that threatened to consume him. And he knew, more than ever, that he had to be ready for what lay ahead.