The flow no longer needed effort.
It existed.
It was no longer a thing to be sought, struggled after, or measured.
Within Karna, the currents of energy, awareness, and presence had settled.
They moved not because he willed them, but because they simply were.
Like the river that does not think of its path yet reaches the ocean, the flow inside him had become effortless.
Within Karna—
And beyond him.
He was no longer just a boy on a mountain. He was both the observer and the observed.
The air around him shimmered subtly, not with light, but with a kind of awareness that hinted at depth beyond the senses.
Even the rocks beneath his feet seemed to hum with a silent recognition of his presence.
For a long time—
He simply remained there.
Not walking.
Not training.
Not thinking in the way ordinary men do.
Karna existed in a state between time and stillness, where each breath felt like eternity and each moment like a thousand lives.
