In the darkness that enveloped the cave, Arya and Laksmi felt something deeper than mere physical fear. The shadows flowing through their bodies felt like an unfathomable force, as if every memory and fear they had were being gathered into one. They felt as if they were not only facing the outside world, but also the entire doubt and weakness hidden within their hearts.
Arya's hand tightly gripped the sword still sheathed at his waist. In the darkness, he felt something lurking, testing him. Laksmi stood beside him, her breath heavy, her eyes closed as if holding back the turmoil rising within her.
In front of them, the dark figure remained standing, its body almost merging with the surrounding shadows. His deep voice echoed again, clearer, more real. "Do you feel ready to face the darkness?"Do you feel ready to face the darkness? But do you know what you are really looking for?
Arya raised his head, staring at the figure with determination. "We are seeking the truth." The strength to fight the darkness that threatens our world.
The figure nodded slowly. "The truth... Do you know that the truth itself is a burden that not everyone can bear? Truth is a force that cannot be easily accepted. Sometimes, the truth will destroy those who are not ready.
Laksmi looked at Arya with concern. "What does it mean?"
The figure then stepped forward, and in an instant, a black light enveloped their bodies, ensnaring their minds. Arya felt his head throb, as if there were whispers in the increasingly oppressive darkness. "This is the truth you must face," the figure's voice was heard again, now more pressing. "You two are connected in more ways than you realize." You are not just two separate souls. You are two sides of a very great power. You both are the incarnations of an ancient power that has been hidden all this time."
Arya was stunned, his body felt heavy, as if the information had almost made him lose his balance. Laksmi looked confused and scared, but also compelled to understand more."How could it be?" Arya tried to speak, his voice hoarse. "What do you mean by a drop of ancient power?"
The figure smiled cynically, but there was no warmth in that smile.You both are descendants of the gods. Arya, you are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu, the guardian of the balance of nature. And Laksmi, you are the incarnation of Goddess Lakshmi, the protector of prosperity and well-being. You are two complementary forces, chosen to bring the world to the brink of destruction or revival."
Arya felt the world spinning. His words felt like a lightning bolt splitting the sky, striking his heart. "We... we are the descendants of gods?" Arya couldn't believe it. He felt a deep sense of fear, but also a desire to understand more deeply.
"Yes," the figure replied in a calmer voice. "You do not only inherit their power, but also the burden that comes with that power." You must choose: to use this power to destroy or to heal the world.
Laksmi held Arya's hand, her eyes starting to shimmer with tears. "But we didn't ask for this." We just want to fight the existing darkness."
The figure looked at them with astonishment. "This darkness is a part of you." Without darkness, there will be no light. Without destruction, there is no renewal. The strength you possess will reveal the path you must choose. You can choose to let this world fall apart, or you can choose to save it. Choose wisely.Choose wisely. " Arya felt a heavy burden on his chest.
Arya felt a heavy burden on her chest. A big question hung in her mind: was she ready to accept her fate as a goddess incarnate, with all its consequences? Laksmi looked at him with hope, as if waiting for an answer that would determine their path.
At that moment, they felt a strong tremor in the ground beneath their feet, a sign that their journey was not yet over. A new path opened before them, and they knew that whatever they chose, that path would lead to a much greater destiny.
In that dark room, the air felt increasingly heavy, as if every breath they took was becoming more trapped in an unsolvable mystery. Arya looked at Laksmi with a gaze filled with confusion and fear. The truth that had just been revealed changed everything in the blink of an eye. They are not just trapped in this world they are part of a destiny far greater than they imagined.That figure… what does it mean?" Laksmi whispered, her voice almost drowned in the silence that filled the room.
Arya stared ahead, trying to find the right words. "I don't know... But if what was said is true, we can't go back." "Our strength, our destiny, even this world, all depend on the choice we will make."
"So, we really are the incarnations of the gods?" Laksmi asked again, her voice barely audible.
Arya looked down, touching the sword at his waist, an object that now felt much heavier than before.That's what he said. But how can we know if it's true? Are we just tools for them?
The atmosphere grew darker, and the shadowy figure reappeared before them."Are you still in doubt?" his voice echoed, as if coming from all directions. "This truth is not something that can be understood with an ordinary mind." You are connected to a power greater than you can imagine."
In an instant, the figure appeared before them, its body emitting a dim light that seemed to emanate from the power contained within. His face remained unseen, yet his presence was so strong, as if it filled the entire space.Arya, Laksmi, both of you were chosen since your birth to bring balance to this world. The world needs guardians, but also saviors. However, every great power comes with great consequences. If you choose to misuse this power, you will bring destruction. If you choose to maintain balance, you will become protectors who bring peace.
Laksmi held Arya's hand tighter, her eyes closed, trying to understand the entire statement that had just been delivered.But how can we know the right path? "If we are part of a greater force, how can we choose?"
The figure paused for a moment, allowing the question to hang in the air.You have felt it, haven't you? That feeling, which you can't explain. When you face the darkness, you also feel the strength of light within you. The balance is within you, Arya, Laksmi. Your destinies are already woven into the same thread."
Those words echoed in Arya's mind. He felt like he was at a terrible crossroads. There is a part of him that wants to accept this reality, but there is also a part that refuses, afraid of what will happen if they truly reveal all these truths.
"I… I'm not ready," Arya finally said, his voice almost breaking.What if we make the wrong choice? What will happen to this world?"
The figure smiled, although their face remained hidden in the shadows. "No one is ever truly ready. But you have the choice to decide how to use this power. The power to fight, or the power to protect. "This truth is not a curse, but a test."
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet shook violently. A rumbling sound came from afar, getting closer, as if something big was approaching them. The darkness deepened, and at that moment, the figure vanished into the darkness, leaving them in a chilling silence.
"Is that a sign?" Laksmi whispered, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"I think we need to be ready," Arya replied more firmly. "Whatever comes, we have to face it." We can't run away anymore."
With that, they both stepped forward, although fear still enveloped their hearts. They knew, this journey had just begun. The power they carry, and the truth they now face, will change everything they can only hope that the choices they make will lead them down the right path.