With the knowledge of the Eternal Flame now burning within him, Arjun and Meera left the Temple of Agni. But the world outside felt different—darker, more uncertain. The path they had walked was no longer clear. Arjun could feel the weight of the flame within him, and it was both a gift and a curse.
As they ventured deeper into the mountains, they encountered a figure cloaked in shadow—an Oracle. She was seated by the side of a small stream, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. She looked up as they approached, her gaze piercing and knowing.
"You have come for the answers you seek," she said, her voice echoing with ancient wisdom. "But the path ahead is not simple. You must solve the riddle of the gods."
Arjun frowned. "What do you mean? We've already passed the trials."
"The trials were only the beginning," the Oracle replied. "To truly understand the knowledge you now possess, you must solve the riddle of the gods. Only then can you find the final truth."
The Oracle's eyes glowed brighter. "Listen closely," she said. "The riddle is as old as time itself. Answer it, and the next step will be revealed. Fail, and you will be lost."
The riddle echoed in Arjun's mind:
I have no legs, but I move with the wind. I am a part of you, yet separate, a shadow that follows you but never touches you. What am I?