Raghvendra lay unconscious on the ground, his breath slow but steady, the echoes of Arjun’s voice still lingering in his mind. Dust swirled around him as Karan stepped forward, his heavy footfalls stirring the silence. A sudden gust sent fine grains into Raghvendra’s eyes, jolting him back to reality. His memory blurred, fading into the present. Blinking rapidly, he opened his eyes and pushed himself to his feet, his gaze blazing with unrelenting flames. The echoes of joyful moments with his family intertwined with the searing pain of their loss, fuelling his fury. With a swift motion, he kicked him and then a swung a sword towards, Karan could only saw the flames and lightning beneath Raghvendra. Raghvendra swung his sword for a final blow, his breath ragged. But as his blade arced through the air, another sword pierced through his sword, shattering the clash of steel. The ocean tide swelled rapidly, rising higher as a figure emerged from the depths. Raghvendra stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend the vision before him. His body trembled involuntarily, caught between awe and fear. Misty greeted the other Raghvendra and addressed the present Raghvendra, saying, “Your future, who betrayed us.” Misty, then ordered Raghvendra to kill the future version of himself. Hesitantly, Raghvendra sprinted toward him, but the future Raghvendra, with a wave of his hand, sent him to another dimension.
In this new dimension, Raghvendra found himself standing once again in front of his house, the gifts clutched tightly in his hands. He stood silent for a moment, unsure if this was real or another cruel trick of his mind, the silence was suddenly shattered by the joyful cheers of Arjun, Raghvendra rushed inside the house. There he saw his wife, Muskan chasing Arjun, his vision blurred with tears, joy flooding his heart. Arjun darted behind Raghvendra, using him as a shield to escape his mother. “You’ve unleashed his mischief!” Muskan exclaimed, catching her breath. “Calm down! Let’s cut the cake first,” Raghvendra said gently. Together, they celebrated his wife’s and son’s birthday, the room filled with laughter and joy. As he took in the moment, Raghvendra wiped away tears of happiness, grateful to finally savor such a precious memory. Later that night, Raghvendra sat with his wife and son, the warmth of their presence comforting him. His wife, holding his gaze, softly spoke, “It’s time to let go of us.” With a final kiss, she and Arjun disappeared into thin air. Raghvendra was left overwhelmed, tears streaming down as he faced their heart-wrenching farewell.
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Suddenly, Raghvendra jolted awake as finding himself in the black stone cave of KUA. His eyes locked onto Misty, who sat silently in front of him, “Finally, you woke up.” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something far beyond mere words. Overwhelmed by the sheer miracle of it, He wrapped him in his arms. "Your future self has caused sheer havoc in KUA,” Misty continued, his tone heavy with concern. The vision played out before them.
The future Raghvendra, devoid of mercy, cut through the defenders of the kingdom with brutal efficiency. Each strike was precise, each life snuffed out without hesitation, their desperate cries fading into the echoes of his wrath. He unleashed the souls, breaking the sacred laws that governed their collection. Souls, once bound in their ethereal prison, now wandered aimlessly, disrupting the balance that KUA relied on. The power of Kua faltered, its strength deteriorating with each soul lost, each rule broke. The once mighty force was now reduced to a mere shadow of its former power.
As the vision faded, Raghvendra, still reeling from the horror of it all, asked, “But why is he doing this?”
Misty’s voice was soft, but firm. “His grief has consumed him, drowning all reason.”
Raghvendra, clinging to the last shred of hope, asked, “Now, what?”
Misty’s gaze darkened as he answered, “Only a good soul, one who committed the most horrendous act imaginable, can cure Kua and become the weapon of his destruction.”
Raghvendra’s eyes flickered with hope. “Is there someone?” he asked urgently.
Misty nodded before speaking in a low, measured tone, “But are you ready for that?”
Raghvendra met her gaze, unwavering. “Yes.”
Misty waved her hand over the stone, and as the display shifted, Raghvendra’s eyes narrowed in recognition. “Near my house?” he asked.
Misty simply nodded, his silence holding a weight of its own.
A few hours later, Raghvendra stood beside Misty, his gaze fixed on the remnants of his house, reduced to ashes. The echoes of their cries lingered in his mind. But Raghvendra shifted his focus toward the nearby house. The house in front of him seemed oddly familiar, but he didn’t bother to inquire. His mind was consumed with a single purpose: he had to stop his future self. Misty’s voice was steady as she reminded him, “This time… it’s not about your physical strength, but your mental resolve.”
Raghvendra nodded, determination filling his eyes, before stepping toward the house.
