Fifteen years ago...
The remains of the ashram burned beneath the night sky.
Flames continued to devour what was left of the building, sending sparks and smoke high into the air. The place that had once been a home for abandoned children was now nothing more than a graveyard of memories.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Master Sahanzaa's body and Chutki's body lay nearby, covered with cloth.
No one could stop crying.
Booma stared at the burning ruins with trembling fists.
His entire body shook with anger.
"But why?" he shouted.
His voice echoed through the forest.
"Why did they do this?"
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Our Master never did anything wrong!"
The others lowered their heads.
They felt the same.
Master Sahanzaa had rescued them when the world abandoned them.
He had fed them.
Protected them.
Taught them.
Loved them.
To them, he wasn't just a teacher.
He was family.
Then suddenly—
"No."
Everyone looked toward Bheem.
The young boy stood silently in front of the flames.
His eyes were empty.
His face was expressionless.
But something terrifying hid behind that silence.
"He did a mistake."
The words stunned everyone.
Booma's eyes widened.
"What?"
Before anyone could react, he rushed forward and grabbed Bheem by the collar.
"Bheem!"
His voice cracked.
"How can you say that?"
Kaali quickly stepped forward.
"Booma, calm down!"
"Stay out of this, Kaali!"
Tears continued streaming down Booma's face.
"Our Master never did anything wrong!"
His memories flashed through his mind.
The day Master had welcomed him.
The day he had received food for the first time.
The day he had finally found a family.
"After everything he did for us..."
Booma's voice trembled.
"How can you say he made a mistake?"
Bheem looked directly into his eyes.
For a few moments, neither spoke.
Then Bheem finally answered.
"Because he did."
Booma froze.
"A mistake he should never have made."
The forest fell silent.
"What mistake?" Booma demanded.
"Tell me!"
Bheem's eyes darkened.
"The mistake..."
His voice became cold.
"...was teaching us about Prāṇa."
Everyone froze.
For a moment, nobody understood.
"What?" Kamali whispered.
Booma released Bheem's collar slightly.
"What are you talking about?"
Bheem slowly looked at each of them.
"We were nobodies."
His voice carried bitterness.
"Poor children."
"Orphans."
"People abandoned by society."
His fists tightened.
"According to Pranansh, people like us don't deserve Prāṇa."
The statement stunned everyone.
"What?" Daabur said.
Bheem nodded.
"Only those born into wealthy families, powerful clans, or families connected to Pranansh are allowed to learn it."
His eyes burned with hatred.
"That is their system."
Silence followed.
Then Kaali slowly lowered his head.
He finally understood where Bheem was going.
"Our Master disagreed with that system and took a poor kid as his student."
Everyone turned toward him.
Kaali took a deep breath.
"That student Master accepted…."
He pointed toward himself.
"...was me."
The group remained silent.
Kaali smiled bitterly.
"I remember the day he told me."
His eyes became distant.
"He said talent mattered more than status."
"He said a person's birth doesn't decide their worth."
"He said everyone deserved a chance."
A painful smile appeared on his face.
"That was the reason he left Pranansh."
Now everything made sense.
Booma slowly released Bheem.
The realization hit them like a hammer.
Pranansh didn't kill Master because he was evil.
They killed him because he challenged their beliefs.
Because he broke their rules.
Because he chose them.
Bheem nodded.
"Pranansh has a rule."
"No outsider can be taught Prāṇa."
His voice hardened.
"Master broke that rule."
The flames crackled behind him.
"And this..."
He looked toward Master's covered body.
"...was his punishment."
No one spoke.
The truth was too painful.
Slowly, guilt began filling their hearts.
If they had never met Master...
Would he still be alive?
Would Chutki still be alive?
Would this tragedy have happened?
Kamali lowered her head.
Daabur clenched his fists.
Booma couldn't even look at Master's body.
Then Bheem suddenly stepped forward.
"Stop."
Everyone looked toward him.
His voice remained calm.
But there was something frightening inside it.
"Don't blame yourselves."
The group stared at him.
"Neither we nor Master did anything wrong."
Dark Prāṇa began leaking from his body.
At first, it was barely noticeable.
Then it started growing.
"The only thing that is wrong..."
His voice deepened.
"...is this world."
The darkness around him intensified.
Everyone felt it.
A strange pressure filled the air.
"This world keeps taking away everything precious to us."
His fists trembled.
"My father."
"My mother."
"Master."
"Chutki."
Each name carried unbearable pain.
The others slowly began feeling the same anger.
The same frustration.
The same helplessness.
Bheem's aura continued growing.
"This world believes people like us don't deserve happiness."
His voice echoed across the ruins.
"It wants us to suffer."
"It wants us to disappear."
His Prāṇa suddenly changed.
The golden energy surrounding him became darker.
Black.
A terrifying black.
The air itself seemed to distort around him.
Kaali narrowed his eyes.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
"This world wants us to die."
Bheem slowly raised his head.
His eyes were filled with despair.
Pure despair.
"But now..."
His black aura exploded outward.
"...it is time for this world to suffer instead."
The darkness spread across the ground like a living shadow.
The others instinctively stepped back.
Even Kaali felt uneasy.
"I will destroy this world."
Bheem's voice was no longer normal.
It sounded colder.
Heavier.
Filled with hatred.
"I will burn everything into ashes."
The darkness surrounding him became even denser.
"And I will take my revenge."
Kaali froze.
Those eyes.
He had seen them before.
Years ago.
When he discovered that the gang leader had betrayed him.
When he had wanted to kill everyone.
When despair had consumed him completely.
Those were the eyes of someone who had lost everything.
"Bheem..."
Kaali stepped forward cautiously.
But before he could reach him—
Something emerged from Bheem's back.
A black shadow.
The group immediately froze.
"What is that?" Kamali whispered.
The shadow continued growing.
Stretching.
Twisting.
Until it took shape.
A humanoid figure emerged from Bheem's body.
Its appearance was horrifying.
Its skin looked unnatural.
Its eyes glowed faintly.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
"A Narvan!"
Daabur shouted.
Everyone immediately entered battle stances.
Booma gathered wind around his hands.
Kamali prepared her Prāṇa.
Kaali created a stickedic ball in his palm.
"Bheem!"
Kaali shouted.
"Move away from it!"
But to everyone's surprise—
Bheem raised his hand.
"Stop."
The group froze.
Bheem gently placed his hand on the creature's shoulder.
"There is no need to be afraid."
Everyone stared in disbelief.
"It is my friend."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
"What?" Kaali said.
Bheem looked at the creature.
"His name is Dukhchar."
Everyone was speechless.
"Your friend?"
Kamali asked.
"A Narvan?"
Bheem nodded.
"He has been with me since birth."
The statement shocked them even more.
"Since birth?" Kaali asked.
"Then why didn't you tell us?"
Bheem looked down.
"Because he was different."
His voice softened slightly.
"I was afraid people would harm him."
He glanced at Dukhchar.
"When I lost my parents..."
The Narvan remained silent.
"When I felt alone..."
A faint smile appeared on Bheem's face.
"He stayed beside me."
"He listened."
"He supported me."
"He is my best friend."
For the first time since Chutki's death—
A small amount of warmth appeared in Bheem's voice.
Booma stepped forward.
"Then why reveal him now?"
Bheem's expression hardened again.
"Because he can help us."
"Help us do what?" Kaali asked.
Before Bheem could answer—
Dukhchar spoke.
His voice was deep and strange.
"Because this world made my friend cry."
Everyone froze.
The Narvan slowly looked at them.
"Again."
"And again."
"And again."
His eyes darkened.
"I couldn't protect him."
His fists clenched.
"I watched him lose everything."
The forest became silent.
Dukhchar lowered his head.
"I was born with Bheem."
"It is as if our souls are connected."
"We share one existence."
His voice grew heavier.
"And because he is my friend..."
Darkness began gathering around him.
"...I want revenge too."
Everyone felt a chill.
Then Dukhchar slowly smiled.
"Recently..."
His eyes narrowed.
"I began remembering things."
"What things?" Kaali asked.
The Narvan looked toward the burning ruins.
"Memories."
"Not mine."
"Other Narvans."
Everyone listened carefully.
"And among those memories..."
His smile widened.
"...I found a way."
The darkness around him intensified.
"A way for all of us to take revenge."
The night grew silent.
And far away—
TO BE CONTINUED…