The storm had passed.
Not with a dramatic ending, nor with a final clash of thunder—but with a quiet fading, as if even the sky had grown tired of its own rage.
But its lesson remained.
It lingered in the air, in the ground beneath his feet,and most of all—in Karna himself.
Karna continued walking across the vast silence of Mount Kailash.
Each step echoed softly against the stone,the sound barely noticeable in the endless stillness surrounding him.
The wind was calmer now.
It no longer roared like a wild force.Instead, it whispered—cool, steady, almost watchful.
The ground more stable.
The trembling had ceased,and the mountain once again felt like an unmoving pillar of existence.
But Karna did not rely on it.
Because now—
He no longer trusted stillness.
He had seen how quickly calm could break.
Nor did he depend on chaos.
He had felt how easily chaos could consume.
He simply remained aware.
Not attached.Not distracted.
Just present.
Unbroken.
Step by step—
