The Sikar City Mall was alive with the hum of conversations, the rhythmic tapping of hurried footsteps, and the occasional beep of cash registers. The air carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee from a café on the second floor, blending with the artificial chill of air conditioning. Families shopped, teenagers laughed, and employees went about their routine without a care.Then, a scream shattered the normalcy.KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL EVERYONE!It wasn't an ordinary scream of surprise or frustration—it was primal, raw, filled with agony. A man in his mid-thirties, wearing a wrinkled white shirt and dark trousers, clutched his head and let out a guttural, animalistic yell. His fingers raked down his face, leaving deep red gashes as if trying to claw something out of his skin. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the tiled floor with a sickening thud.For a moment, the world stood still. People gasped, some stepping forward, others pulling out their phones. A hushed murmur rippled th

"Hey, kid… kid… wake up.""Hey… wake up.""Wake up, you damn brat!"Arman's eyes snapped open. He shot up, gasping, his breath ragged. His heart pounded in his chest, a dull ache throbbing in his limbs."Oh? So you finally woke up."The voice echoed inside his head.Arman's eyes widened. He twisted his body, scanning his surroundings, but—nothing. Only an endless, dark void stretching infinitely in every direction."Who—who is this?" he stammered, his voice unsteady.A low chuckle rumbled in his mind. "Don't tell me you forgot already. You really don't remember what happened yesterday?"Arman blinked. His mind was a haze, his memories blurry. "Yesterday? What happened yester—" His breath caught in his throat. The memories came rushing back.The mall. The blood. The monster.His own dying body.Then—the power.His hands clenched into fists. "Wait… the civilians! What happened to them? And that possessed guy—""Hold your horses, kid. Everyone's safe. As for that possessed bastard? Well…

After four long hours of travel, the bus finally arrived at its destination—Jaisagar City.As they crossed the city's threshold, Arman felt it immediately—a strange, pulsating energy coursing through the air. It sent a faint shiver down his spine, both exhilarating and unsettling.A voice echoed in his mind, low and knowing. "Did you feel that?"Arman's fingers twitched. "Yeah, I did. What was that?""Spirit energy," the voice answered. "Didn't I tell you? This place is perfect for your training."Arman exhaled slowly. "I remember. I've been waiting for this."The voice gave a quiet chuckle. "Good. But don't think for a second that it will be easy."Arman clenched his jaw. He had already made up his mind—whatever lay ahead, he was ready.As the vehicle came to a stop in front of a grand, ornate gate, everyone on board looked out in awe. The gate was massive, made of intricate golden metalwork, standing tall like the entrance to a royal palace.The moment the bus halted, the tour guide

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the grand Mira Bagh Palace, where Arman and his friends had been staying. The palace stood tall with its intricate carvings and towering gates, a reminder of the city's rich history.Gathering near the entrance, a group of travelers—students, teachers, and other guests—waited excitedly. They had all come to Jaisagar City for the trip, and today was the day they would explore its wonders.Arman, Riyan, Ayesha, and Zubair made their way through the crowd, spotting familiar faces among them. Some were chatting in anticipation, while others adjusted their bags, preparing for the day ahead.As they approached the palace gates, they spotted a familiar figure standing near the entrance.It was Kabir.He stood with his arms crossed, deep in conversation with a tall man dressed in a dark brown coat, who quickly walked away as the group approached. Kabir's expression remained unreadable, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. But as soon as he noticed his f

Arman stood firm, facing the five Voidborns inside the shattered jewelry shop. The air was thick with malice, the darkness around them pulsing with unseen energy.The spirit energy coating his hands began to solidify, taking the shape of glowing red gauntlets. The energy surged through his body, filling him with an unfamiliar yet exhilarating strength.His spirit's voice echoed in his mind."Listen, I'll give you 5% of my power. Your body cannot handle more than that right now. You'll have to fight within this limit."As soon as the words registered, Arman felt it. A strange yet thrilling sensation coursed through him. His muscles tensed, his senses sharpened, and for the first time—he felt truly powerful."Wow… what is this feeling? It's like I could take down a sumo wrestler with one punch!"His spirit chuckled. "A sumo wrestler? Kid, with this power, you can do a lot more than that."Then, something unexpected happened.The red energy of his gauntlets shifted, streaks of violet int