It had been three days since they left Jedna. In these three days, Shiva had learned a lot about this world. His and Satya's friendship had grown even stronger in these days. Shiva had now understood that as much as Satya tries to be funny, he is equally responsible towards his power. It had been three days since they left Jedna. In these three days, Shiva had learned a lot about this world. His and Satya's friendship had grown even stronger in these days. Shiva had now understood that as much as Satya tries to be funny, he is equally responsible towards his power.
With the help of his spirits, Shiva had sensed the condition of his friends. He was confident that all of them would pass their God Trial exam, it would just take some time.
On the other hand…
Ansh was lost in thoughts with his eyes wide open in the infinite lake—why was he doing all this?
In the last few days, he had tried everything he could, but still could not find a way. Suddenly, a voice echoed inside him—"Why are you fighting?"
This voice was faint, as if coming from somewhere far away.
"What are you looking for?"
"What makes you worthy?"
Ansh had no answers to these questions. Was he really worthy of the power of the gods? Was he doing the right thing?
Countless thoughts flooded his mind—the mistakes of his past, the doubts he had about his powers, his purpose. As time passed, the water of the lake grew heavier on his chest.
This was not just a physical test—it was also a litmus test of mental strength.
Being submerged in this water was not just an obstacle, it was a reflection of his soul—a mirror that revealed his deepest doubts, fears, and insecurities.
Time did not exist here. This place was infinite, where even the strongest of wills could break.
But then…
When "Just when he was about to give up, a bright light suddenly burst out from his shadow." The light was so intense that it swallowed up the darkness around it.
In an instant, a bright, blinding light spread before Ansh's eyes.
And then...
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in those cold, cruel depths. He was somewhere else. He was now standing on the banks of a calm, mysterious lake.
There was a slight dampness in the rustling air, and the clear reflection of the sky was seen on the surface of the water. All around stood tall, withered trees, as if silent sentinels of a forgotten past. Ansh slowly looked around. This place... looked familiar.
As if he had seen it before. But where? And why? It seemed like a place he had seen before… Just then, he noticed a young man. Who was that young man? He was the same age as Ansh, but he looked different. He was wearing simple, ancient clothes. His hands were calloused and scarred, giving evidence of his hard work. But his most striking feature was his face—worried and burdened. It looked as if he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, which Ansh could feel, but could not fully understand. The young man was kneeling on the edge of the lake. His hands were joined, and he was silently praying. A deep, meaningful prayer. Ansh took a step, and as soon as his foot touched the ground, he was suddenly transported to another place. He saw some children playing. They were calling someone, "Neeraj, Neeraj!" The faces of the other children were blurred, but Neeraj was clear. "Let's go fishing in the sea!" said one of the children. Neeraj went with them, and they all started fishing together. They spent time laughing and playing.
the scene changed. Now Neeraj was a 15-year-old young man who had gone hunting with his friends. They were chasing a deer in the forest. Neeraj threw a spear, but the deer escaped. The spear hit an ancient tree.
But this was no ordinary tree—it was filled with an evil entity. The spear's touch released the energy and it disappeared immediately. Since the spear fell quite far away, Neeraj and his companions did not notice it.
Finally, they hunted the deer and returned to the village happily. But after some time, drought started in the village. The water sources gradually dried up. Even the fishes disappeared from the sea
The scene changes again and after 5 years Laghabagh village was in ruins, except for a small pond, all the water sources had dried up, the people of the village believed that this was Divya Sarovar, people used to worship it, then there is the same lake on the banks of which Neeraj was sitting and praying.
Ansh felt it—that yearning, that fear, that need for release. It was as if Neeraj's feelings had connected with his own soul, and for a moment, Ansh forgot his ordeal. He was no longer in the depths. He was here, in Neeraj's life, feeling his experiences.
Neeraj's village was dying due to drought, with no crops left, no water. He had come to this sacred lake as a last hope, to sacrifice his life so that his people could survive. Ansh could feel the weight of this sacrifice as if it were his own.
Days passed, and Neeraj grew weaker, but he sat firm by the lake, his prayers never stopping. Every night, the cold bit into his bones, and every day, the sun burned him, yet Neeraj did not move. By the seventh day, Neeraj's body had become emaciated, his strength was almost gone, and his voice was a whisper as he said his last prayer.
And then the lake answered.
Ansh watched in amazement as the water shimmered and rose—not as rain from the sky, but as the source of life. It poured outward, soaking the parched earth, reviving the crops, and saving the village. But in return, the lake embraced Neeraj.
Ansh felt a pull, and suddenly, Neeraj was being drawn into the depths just as he himself was. Ansh's heart began beating faster as he felt Neeraj sink into the water, as if his soul was being surrendered forever. But Neeraj did not die.
No, instead, he passed into a realm that was beyond the physical world—a world filled with endless water, where he faced trials that were beyond what any human could endure.
"Only the worthy can unite the waters and become divine heirs."
The voice was clear now.
The vision dissolved, and Ansh returned to the present.
He was still in the depths, the weight of the water was still on him, but Neeraj's story was now inside him. It filled him with a strange peace, and for the first time, Ansh felt a semblance of control.
"Finally... someone who understood me."
The words weren't his—they were Neeraj's. But as they echoed in his mind, they became his own. A final spark that allowed him to hold on, even as darkness engulfed him.