As Mrit stood over Daltrin's lifeless body, a cruel satisfaction etched on his face, a strange sensation washed over him. The overwhelming power that had coursed through him, the very essence of his existence, began to ebb away. His connection to Siddharth's body, so strong just moments ago, was weakening.His dark-red eyes flickered, the intense crimson fading to a duller hue. The black energy that had crackled around him, a tangible manifestation of his demonic power, dissipated like smoke in the wind, leaving Siddharth's form exposed and vulnerable.(Scene: A Forced Retreat)"No… What is this?" Mrit muttered, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of panic. He felt himself being pulled back, dragged away from the physical world, back into the recesses of Siddharth's mind. He tried to resist, to cling to the power he had so recently reclaimed, but it was like trying to grasp smoke.His body swayed, his vision blurred. The chamber, once a stage for his triumphant return, began to swim before his eyes. The demonic creatures, their terror momentarily forgotten in the face of his waning power, began to stir.Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, his consciousness plunged into darkness, a deep, suffocating void.(Scene: A Confused Awakening)Siddharth gasped, his body trembling as he fell to his knees. He was back. He blinked rapidly, his hands gripping the cold stone floor, grounding himself in the reality of his own body. He was in control again.But his mind was clouded, his memories fragmented and confused. What just happened? The last thing he remembered was the grotesque sight of swallowing those cursed eyes… and then… nothing. A blank void.He looked around the chamber, his gaze falling upon the horrific scene before him. The once-terrifying demons lay in gruesome heaps, butchered beyond recognition. His stomach churned. Did he do this? Was he responsible for this carnage? The thought was terrifying.(Scene: The Dungeon's Ejection)Before he could process the horror, a deep rumbling shook the chamber. The ground beneath him vibrated, and the walls seemed to groan. A swirling vortex of energy suddenly burst open, illuminating the dungeon with an eerie glow. It was a portal, a gateway shimmering with otherworldly light.The oppressive, suffocating air of the dungeon lightened, as if a great weight had been lifted. Siddharth felt a force, unseen yet undeniable, pulling him towards the gateway. It was as if the dungeon itself was rejecting him, expelling him from its depths.He didn't resist. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew he had to leave. He had to escape this place of death and madness. With no other choice, he stepped forward, his breath uneven, his heart pounding in his chest.(Scene: A Blinding Passage)The moment he crossed the threshold of the portal, a blinding light engulfed him, washing away the darkness of the dungeon. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the unknown.And then, silence.(Scene: Home)When Siddharth opened his eyes, he was no longer in the cursed dungeon. He was home. He stood in the familiar alleyway behind his restaurant, the city lights twinkling in the distance. The air was clean and fresh, a stark contrast to the suffocating stench of the dungeon.He looked down at his hands, his body. He was whole. The injuries he had sustained, the wounds that had nearly cost him his life, were gone. He felt… different. Changed. But he couldn't explain how.He stumbled towards his restaurant, his legs weak and unsteady. He had to see his family. He had to know that they were safe. He had to understand what had happened to him, what he had become. The journey was far from over. The whispers of Mrit still echoed in the back of his mind, a chilling reminder of the power that now resided within him. He was home, but he was no longer the same.