Vasuki floated high above the ground. 🌕✨
The atmosphere had become completely silent.
Mara and the other students could not take their eyes off him.
Alpha Core then looked at Vasuki and said,
"Now speak the words I taught you."
Suddenly, while still floating in the air, Vasuki slowly rose to his feet. 😳
His eyes were open.
His mouth remained slightly open as if he were listening to an invisible voice.
Then, in a deep and serious tone, he spoke,
"I stand upon the floor of a classroom…"
"And I can feel the atmosphere of this place."
The wind instantly grew violent. 🌪️
Streams of energy burst from the soil beneath the ground.
Cracks spread across the earth as if the land itself was feeding power to someone. ⚡
Vasuki continued,
"Why am I imagining this place?"
As soon as those words left his mouth, his body slowly began breaking apart into countless particles of light. ✨
His legs had already started dissolving into glowing fragments.
The students stared in complete shock. 😨
Then Alpha Core suddenly shouted with excitement,
"Now say it!"
"Speak the words—"
"Gyan Mudra!" 🔥
Only Vasuki's head and throat remained. ✨
Yet even then, his expression did not change.
In a deep, steady voice, he spoke,
"Gyan Mudra… means the Signature of Knowledge." 👁️
The moment those words were spoken, the rest of his body dissolved into countless particles of light.
And then—
He vanished. ✨
Instantly, the wind calmed.
The light disappeared.
The temperature returned to normal.
The entire training ground fell silent. 😨
Meanwhile, Vasuki suddenly found himself inside the classroom.
Shock filled his eyes.
He looked around in confusion.
The classroom…?
He was sitting exactly as he had imagined himself earlier.
Slowly, he tried to move his legs.
But he failed.
They refused to respond.
Vasuki blinked once.
Then a strange feeling washed over him.
It felt as though he was no longer sitting on the bench.
Instead…
It felt as if he was inside the bench itself. 👁️
As though his body had merged with the classroom around him. 😳🔥
Vasuki looked behind him.
To his shock, he saw that a bench was partially inside him, as if his body had become intangible. 😨
Before he could understand what was happening, he began falling through the bench on which he had been sitting.
His body passed straight through it.
Instinctively, he reached toward the bench in front of him, trying to grab it.
But his hand passed through that as well.
A few moments later, he sank into the floor itself.
Meanwhile, on the training ground, all the students stood frozen in confusion.
Suddenly—
BOOM! 💥
The ground split apart.
A figure burst out from beneath the earth in a powerful leap.
For an instant, it looked as if the earth itself had cracked open.
A deep white light erupted around the figure, making it appear almost divine. ✨
It was Vasuki.
His eyes were closed.
He was still floating in the air.
Slowly, he folded his legs into a meditation posture and began descending toward the ground.
The students stared at him in complete disbelief. 😳
No one could understand what they had just witnessed.
And for the first time that day...
Even Mara was speechless.
Mara stared at Vasuki with wide eyes.
Could this power help me reach Atura...? 🌕👀
The other students quickly gathered around Vasuki.
"How was it?" one of them asked excitedly.
Vasuki thought for a moment before answering,
"It felt like... something was pulling me."
Mara immediately grinned.
"Man, you absolutely nailed it!" 🔥
Vasuki folded his arms proudly.
"Well... that was bound to happen."
Hearing that, a few students rolled their eyes while Mara laughed.
Alpha Core then stepped forward and looked at everyone.
"When we ask ourselves a question," he said calmly,
"Nature itself guides us toward the answer." 🌿
He paused briefly before continuing,
"And Nature decides where you will arrive... and in what state you will emerge."
The students fell silent.
For the first time, they realized that Gyan Mudra was not merely meditation...
It was a conversation with the world itself. ✨
At the entrance of a graveyard, a frail man slowly walked through the iron gates. 🌧️
A bouquet of flowers rested in his trembling hands.
In a weakened state, he made his way toward a grave marked with the words:
RIP Namiya
He stopped before it.
Slowly, he lifted his head toward the sky, as if asking the leaves above him a question.
Was what I did wrong...?
At that moment, a single leaf drifted down from a nearby green branch and landed softly on his face. 🍃
Only then was his identity revealed.
It was Ajina.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto his knees before the grave.
Loud sobs escaped his throat.
His voice sounded broken, as though it had been torn apart by grief.
Beside him lay a small stone.
Ajina picked it up with one hand and repeatedly struck his diamond-like palm with it, as if trying to break it.
Tears streamed down his face as he cried out,
"I don't deserve to live in this world..."
"I killed the very person I loved..." 💔
Overwhelmed by despair, he hurled the stone away with all the strength he had left.
The stone rolled across the wet ground as silence once again filled the graveyard. 🪦
Ajina slowly rose to his feet and wiped the tears from his face. 🌧️
His eyes had turned a faint mixture of yellow and red.
For several moments, he silently stared at Namiya's grave.
Then he began walking toward the right side.
A few steps later, he stopped.
There was another grave beside Namiya's.
Without hesitation, Ajina placed his foot upon it.
The tombstone only read:
RIP
No name.
No identity.
Nothing.
Ajina stared at the grave with burning hatred in his eyes.
Slowly, he clenched the fist of his diamond hand. 💎
The diamond began shifting and reshaping itself.
A small sword emerged from his hand. ⚔️
It was far smaller than a normal blade, but its edge gleamed sharply.
Without a moment of hesitation, Ajina drove the sword straight into the nameless grave.
THUD. 💥
The instant the blade pierced the soil, Ajina's body trembled violently.
Blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes widened in pain.
Then his strength vanished.
He collapsed forward onto the grave itself.
Blood stained the cold stone as he lay there motionless. 🪦
Yet even then...
His grip on the sword never loosened.
Ajina pulled the sword out of the grave with trembling hands. ⚔️
Like a man on the verge of collapse, he whispered,
"Gyan Mudra..." 👁️
Instantly, his body dissolved into countless brilliant white particles. ✨
And then he vanished.
Far away, beside the shore of a vast river, those particles began gathering together. 🌊
One by one, they merged until Ajina's form was restored.
Breathing heavily, Ajina looked behind him.
A battlefield stretched across the horizon. ⚔️🔥
Broken weapons, shattered ground, and countless signs of war covered the land.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the river.
The cold water flowed around his legs.
Then he noticed something approaching from the distance.
A massive sea vessel was moving toward him. 🚢
Ajina slowly dropped to his knees.
At that moment, a small wave rolled forward and submerged his feet beneath the water. 🌊
He tried to stand.
But his body refused to obey.
His strength had already been exhausted.
Leaning forward, Ajina lowered his head.
Then he quietly closed his eyes. 😔
As the river flowed around him, he remained motionless...
Waiting. 🌊