Aamir, Kunal, and Raj approached the Trivnal Tower, its seven majestic floors looming over them. The tower emitted a faint glow, a testament to the spiritual energy contained within. As they neared, an inexplicable sensation washed over them—a calmness intertwined with an eerie chill, as if the tower itself was alive and observing their arrival.
"This place… it feels alive," Raj said, his voice low.
"I can feel it too," Kunal replied, rubbing his arms. "It's like it's reaching into your soul."
Several students were gathered outside the tower, some sitting cross-legged in meditation while others murmured excitedly. Aamir, Kunal, and Raj moved closer to the crowd, their interest piqued by the whispers.
"That boy has been inside for two hours now," one student said, pointing at a glowing magical screen hovering near the tower entrance. The screen displayed a faint silhouette moving on the third floor.
"Yeah, he's still on the third floor. Do you think he'll go higher?" another student asked.
"Who knows? This tower isn't easy to conquer," someone else replied with a shrug.
A student standing near the edge of the group noticed Aamir and froze. He leaned over to his friend, whispering, "Look, it's him."
"Who?" the friend asked, confused.
"Aamir," the first student replied, his tone almost reverent. "That monster who cleared the expert difficulty in the private training room like it was nothing."
The second student's eyes widened. "Oh yeah, I remember that! He's the one everyone's talking about."
The murmurs grew softer but more intense as the group noticed Aamir. He ignored them, his focus on the tower itself, but Kunal smirked, nudging Raj.
"They already know about him," Kunal said.
Before Raj could respond, the massive doors of the Trivnal Tower groaned open. A boy stumbled out, drenched in sweat, his face pale but triumphant.
"Man, you're crazy!" one of his friends exclaimed, rushing over to support him. "You made it to the third floor! We saw it on the magic screen."
The boy panted, barely able to nod. "It was… tough. The pressure... It's like nothing I've ever felt before."
The crowd buzzed with admiration, but Aamir's focus remained unshaken. He turned to Raj.
"I'm going in, but I need you to do something for me," Aamir said.
Raj raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"The training in the tower might take some time," Aamir explained. "You'll need to register my name for the tournament. Don't worry—I'll be back in some hours."
Because today thay have to register for the tournament which is four days later.
Raj hesitated, then shrugged. "Fine."
Aamir smirked."But what about you? Don't you think you should try the tower too? Don't you want to test yourself?"
Raj shook his head. "It's not for me. I have my own methods."
"Fair enough," Aamir replied. Turning toward the tower, he added, "It's decided then. I'm going in."
With that, Aamir strode forward, his confidence unwavering. The massive doors closed behind him with a heavy thud, sealing him inside.
Riya's Training Match
Meanwhile, at the academy training grounds, Riya was locked in a sparring match with her roommate, Janvi. The crowd of students watching their duel cheered and whispered as Riya raised her wand, chanting an incantation.
"Agni, Goddess of Fire, lend me your flames! Fireball!"
A blazing orb shot from Riya's wand, hurtling toward Janvi with intense speed. Janvi dodged to the side, her movements quick and calculated, but the fireball wasn't meant to hit her.
As the fireball collided with the ground, Riya swiftly switched tactics. "Water magic!" she shouted, her wand glowing with a cool blue light.
The water spell met the fireball, creating a massive cloud of steam that engulfed the arena. The crowd gasped, struggling to see through the dense fog.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Riya whispered her next spell. "Wind magic."
A gust propelled her forward, her speed catching Janvi off guard. Before Janvi could react, Riya closed the distance and placed her wand against Janvi's neck.
The referee raised his hand. "Match over! Riya wins!"
Riya stepped back, lowering her wand. "Good fight, Janvi. You've improved a lot."
Janvi smiled, still catching her breath. "That move was incredible. I really thought the fireball was for me. You completely caught me off guard."
Riya chuckled. "Thanks. You've gotten faster. Keep practicing, and I'll have a harder time next time."
Inside the Trivnal Tower, Aamir stood in silence, his eyes scanning the interior. The air was thick with energy, and the atmosphere was vastly different from the outside world. As he took his first steps, he felt the gravity shift.
"The pressure is strong," Aamir muttered, "but it's manageable."
He walked further, the spiritual energy growing denser with each step. Finding a quiet spot, he sat cross-legged on the stone floor and closed his eyes.
"So this is the spiritual energy everyone's been talking about," he said to himself.
As he meditated, the pure energy of the tower began to flow into his body. It wasn't just entering—it was harmonizing with his adrenaline energy, amplifying it. Aamir's breathing slowed as he entered a deep state of focus, his body instinctively absorbing the energy around him.
Fifteen minutes passed, though to Aamir, it felt like hours. When he opened his eyes, he realized he had broken through two more meridians.
"92nd meridian," he whispered. "Not bad. But I can't absorb any more energy here. I'll need to move up."
As he stood, a shimmering figure materialized in front of him. Aamir tensed, his adrenaline energy surging in response, but he quickly realized the figure wasn't hostile.
The form solidified into an old man with a long white beard and hair, his bright, calm face exuding wisdom and strength. Despite his age, there was an undeniable aura of power surrounding him, as if he had once been a great warrior.
"So, this is a master spirit," Aamir said, his voice steady.
The master spirit regarded him with a serene expression, saying nothing. Aamir's lips curved into a small smile.
"Let's see what you have to teach me," he said, preparing himself for the challenges ahead.