Ram: "Aarav, what happened to you? You look like you're dying from your crush." Riya: "What do you mean by 'crush'? Why would someone like him have a crush on me? Aww!".Riya, he is going to die here anyway. Hehe. Raman, stop talking and kill him now.Ram, what's the hurry? Let him ask us something.Zhair, what will he ask? Why did you betray me? Or should I say, Death God?Abhi scoffed, "What Death god? He's nothing but a worthless existence."
Aarv, hurt and confused, pleaded, "Why did all of you betray me? We shared good times together, didn't we?"
Ram replied coolly, "Good friends don’t mock each other. We never saw you as a true friend."
With a smirk, Aarav interjected, "Ah, I see. Aarv, you’ve always been envious of me, haven't you? Especially because I was destined to ascend to godhood."Ram, fuck it he is still ughing.Fresh blood flowed from the numerous wounds on the body. Just standing there for a short while, Aarav had already accumuted a rge pool of blood beneath his feet.His so-called friends loomed around him, forming an impenetrable circle that left him with no escape.The tension in the air was suffocating, a grim atmosphere thick with betrayal and malice. It was painfully clear that this was the end of the line; the inevitability of his demise weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over what little hope remained.
Aarav surveyed his precarious situation with a piercing crity, yet even in the looming shadow of death, his expression remained unchanged—calm, almost serene.
His gaze was unwavering, his eyes resembling deep, tranquil pools of water, so fathomless that they seemed to stretch beyond the realm of perception.
Surrounding him were the remnants of what were once called friends, now transformed into a chaotic tableau of emotions. Some roared in panic, their voices echoing off the rocky cliffs; others sneezed uncontrolbly, as if the tension in the air had triggered their senses. A few clung to their wounds, their faces etched with fear, their eyes darting nervously as they awaited the climax of this deadly standoff.
They stood frozen, each person caught in a web of trepidation, wary of Aarav’s impending final strike.
For two agonizing hours, this silence enveloped them, charged with anticipation, until evening descended upon the mountain. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden rays across the ndscape, it felt as though the very nd ignited with an otherworldly fme, transforming the scene into a breathtaking yet ominous spectacle.As Aarav gazed upon the breathtaking sunset, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The sun dipped gracefully behind the majestic blue mountains, casting a warm glow that danced on the horizon. Shadows stretched like fingers across the ndscape, and the sky was awash in hues of orange and crimson, reminiscent of rivers of blood flowing into the night. “Morning is as gentle and fine as silken hair, while the night wraps the world in a bnket of soft, glistening snow,” he mused. “Yet whether we triumph or falter, when we turn to look back, we find that nothing remains.”
In that poignant moment, a wave of nostalgia enveloped him like a soft, warm embrace, conjuring vivid recollections of his former life on Earth—visions that danced like ethereal wisps in a distant reverie. Once, he was an Indian schor, immersed in the quiet pursuit of knowledge, before fate led him to this extraordinary world. He had weathered the storms of a hard existence for 200 years, only to find himself spiraling through another 200, as if 400 years of his life had simply vanished in the blink of an eye.
Memories, long buried deep within the vaults of his heart, began to unfurl like delicate petals, blooming into vivid scenes before his very eyes. Moments of joy and sorrow intermingled, each one a testament to the rich tapestry of his experiences. “I failed in the end,” Aarav breathed silently, a thrum of emotion coursing through him, yet paradoxically, he felt no regrets.
The outcome of his journey had been a path he could never have predicted. When he first made his decisive choice, he had steeled himself for whatever y ahead, ready to face the unknown. As the echoes of reminiscence reverberated in his mind, his so-called friends surged forward, a cacophony of camaraderie and urgency. Just then, with a resounding bang, Aarav was engulfed in a blinding surge of energy, the brilliance enveloping him like a raging tempest, igniting the air with pulsating light and raw power.......The spring rain fell softly upon the half-god realm, a gentle symphony of patter that harmonized with the night. It was te, the hour shrouded in a serene calm, with a cool breeze weaving through the air, carrying the scent of earth and blooming flowers mixed with the mist of rain.
Yet, the half-god realm was far from enveloped in darkness; along the mountainside, little clusters of lights twinkled like a celestial choir, casting a warm glow that illuminated the pathways and danced among the trees.
After some time, Aarav had vanished from sight, leaving only the delicate sound of rainfall behind.
Ram took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. Slowly, he knelt upon the damp earth, his gaze drifting upward to the heavens, where the rain-soaked sky seemed to stretch infinitely, cradling the stars like precious jewels in its vast embrace.
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