Siddharth tossed and turned in his sleep, his brow furrowed, a sheen of sweat slicking his skin. The warmth of his home, the comforting presence of his family, offered no solace in the realm of dreams. The darkness of the dungeon returned, pressing in on him, suffocating him.And then, he heard the voice. Cold, smooth, and utterly terrifying."Nice to meet you," Mrit's voice echoed through the dreamscape, a chilling whisper that resonated deep within Siddharth's soul.(Scene: A Dream of Questions)Siddharth found himself standing in a vast, empty space, the darkness stretching endlessly in all directions. He couldn't see Mrit, but he could feel his presence, a heavy, oppressive weight that pressed down on him."How do you know me?" Siddharth asked, his voice trembling slightly."It doesn't matter," Mrit replied, his voice laced with amusement."What do you want from me?" Siddharth pressed, desperate for answers."Nothing," Mrit responded, the single word hanging in the air like a death knell.(Scene: A Sudden Awakening)Siddharth's eyes snapped open. He was back in his bed, the morning sun streaming through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. The nightmare was over, but the chilling presence of Mrit lingered, a phantom sensation that made his skin crawl. He sat up, his heart pounding in his chest, the lingering fear making it hard to breathe. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that Mrit's words were a lie. He wanted something. He needed something. And Siddharth was trapped in the middle of it all.(Scene Shift: The Council of Shadows)In a hidden chamber, far removed from the eyes of the common people, the seven Grandmasters gathered. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with unspoken fear. They sat in silence, their faces grim, the weight of their responsibility pressing down on them.Grandmaster Ryouzen Kurogami, his usually impassive face etched with worry, broke the silence. "He has returned," he said, his voice low and grave. "I felt his presence. A darkness that threatens to consume us all."Grandmaster Ayaka Tenjou nodded, her serene features now clouded with concern. "I felt it too," she confirmed. "A power unlike anything we have faced before. Mrit is back."The Grandmasters exchanged worried glances. They knew the implications of Mrit's return. He was not just a powerful demon; he was the king of demons, a creature of unimaginable power and malice. If he were allowed to regain his full strength, the world would be plunged into an era of darkness and chaos."He is still weak," Grandmaster Kurogami said, his voice hardening with resolve. "I sensed it. He is not at full power yet. He is… hiding.""We must act now," Grandmaster Tenjou said, her voice firm. "Before he regains his full strength, before he can consolidate his power, we must eliminate him."The other Grandmasters nodded in agreement. They knew what had to be done. They had to stop Mrit, no matter the cost. The fate of the world depended on it.Unbeknownst to the Grandmasters, Mrit, though dormant within Siddharth's mind, was aware of their plans. He could feel their fear, their resolve. He knew they would come for him.He smiled, a cruel, predatory smile that twisted Siddharth's features. They thought they could stop him? They were fools. He was Mrit, the king of demons. He would not be denied.He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deeper into the recesses of Siddharth's mind. He needed to conserve his strength, to bide his time. He would wait, he would watch, and he would prepare.The world was about to learn the true meaning of fear.