The night had fallen deep into the dense forest. The moon, partially hidden behind thick clouds, cast an eerie glow over the towering trees. The rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures created a haunting symphony. Shivansh stood in the clearing, practicing his techniques. His grip on his bow was firm, his mind completely focused on his training.
Yogi and Lucky stood at a distance, observing him. Shivansh had come a long way, mastering almost all the arts Yogi had taught him. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was about to face something beyond his imagination.
Suddenly, the wind changed direction. A strange stillness spread across the forest, as if nature itself had paused in anticipation. Shivansh felt a chill run down his spine.
His instincts screamed that something was wrong. He straightened up, his grip on his bow lightening.
"Why do I feel like something is watching me?" he thought , scanning his surroundings.
Then, the sound of rustling leaves echoed from the darkness. At first, it was faint, but soon it grew louder, as if something massive was moving towards him. Shivansh's heartbeat quickened. His eyes darted in every direction, but he couldn't see anything in the thick darkness.
Lucky, standing nearby, whispered, "Bhaiya... did you hear that?"
"Yes," Shivansh replied, his voice calm but alert.
Then, out of nowhere, an ear-splitting roar shattered the silence. The ground beneath them trembled. Shivansh instinctively summoned his bow into his hands, his eyes scanning for the source of the sound.
And then... they appeared.
From the darkness emerged towering figures with glowing red eyes. Their bodies were covered in black armour, and their massive swords glistened under the faint moonlight. The warriors were at least twice the size of an ordinary man, their faces twisted in expressions of rage.
Lucky stumbled back in shock. "What... What are those things?" he stammered.
Shivansh didn't answer. He had already knocked an arrow and aimed. With a swift motion, he released it. The arrow blazed through the air like a comet and struck the closest warrior right in the chest.
But the moment the arrow touched him, the warrior dissolved into a cloud of smoke.
Shivansh's eyes widened. "What the hell...?"
Before he could react, another warrior lunged at him with terrifying speed.
Shivansh barely dodged in time. He leaped backward, firing three more arrows in quick succession. Each one found its mark, but just like the first, the warriors vanished into smoke the moment they were struck.
Shivansh gifted his teeth. Something was wrong. These enemies weren't real.
"Illusions?" he wondered.
Yogi, watching from a distance, observed him quietly. His expression remained unreadable.
The warriors attacked again. One swung its massive swords at Shivansh, who ducked just in time. The blade sliced through the air, missing him by inches. Shivansh rolled to the side and fired again, but nothing changed. The warrior dissolved just like the rest.
Lucky, still standing at the edge, called out, "Bhaiya, what's happening? Why aren't they staying down?"
Shivansh exhaled sharply. "Because they're not real."
"Then how do we fight them?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out.?
Another warrior charged. This time, Shivansh didn't shoot immediately. Instead, he focused. He closed his eyes and listened carefully. The sound of the warrior's footsteps... the faint disturbance in the air... Something wasn't up.
Then, it hit him.
These warriors were mere projections.
But illusion needed a source.
"If I can find the source..." Shivansh thought.
All that moment, another warrior lunged.
Shivansh opened his eyes and dodged swiftly. He turned his gaze towards the trees. Somewhere in the darkness, something was controlling this illusion.
He took a deep breath and whispered to himself, "I need to use shabd Bhedi Baan."
Focusing on the subtle echoes around him, he drew his bowstring and closed his eyes. The warriors were still charging, but he ignored them. Instead, he concentrated on the faintest disturbance in the air, the hidden pulse of energy. Then, suddenly, he let the arrow fly.
It twisted through the air, cutting through the darkness, and then – impact!
A deep, agonizing shriek filled the air.
The moment the arrow struck, the entire battlefield flickered like a broken illusion. The warriors around him wavered and then began to dissolve – not into smoke, but into light, as if their very existence was being undone.
Shivansh breathed heavily. He had found the source.
The ground returned to stillness. The air cleared. The warriors were gone.
Lucky stumbled forward. "Bro... you did it!"
But before Shivansh could respond, Yogi stepped forward, clapping slowly.
"Excellent," he said with a smile. "You have passed the final test."
Shivansh's eyebrows furrowed. "Final test?"
Yogi nodded. "Everything you faced tonight was my own creation – a grand illusion. I needed to see if you could overcome not just physical battles, but mental ones as well."
Shivansh clenched his fists. "So you were behind all this?"
Yogi chuckled. "Did you really think I'd let you face real demons just yet?"
Shivansh exhaled, a mix of relief and frustration washing over him.
Yogi stepped closer. "This battle was important. You need to understand that not every enemy will be one you can see. Some enemies will strike from the shadows. Some will use deception. But you must always trust your instincts and your skills."
Shivansh nodded, understanding the depth of Yogi's words.
Lucky grinned. "Bro you were amazing!"
Shivansh smirked, shaking his head. "It was just a test, Lucky."
"But you still won."
Shivansh looking at Yogi. "So... does this mean my training is complete?"
Yogi asmiled. "You are ready for the real challenges that lie ahead."
Shivansh glanced at his bow, then at the sky. The clouds had cleared, and the stars alone brighter than before.
Shivansh looked at yogi, determination in his eyes. "Guruji, tell me – who is my enemy? Where do I fight?"
Yogi smiled calmly. "Not yet, Shivansh.
Your battle will come, but for now, you must return to your world."
Shivansh frowned. "Return? But why did I train if not to fight?"
Yogi placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"A true warrior fights only when needed. Until the right time comes, you must live among ordinary people and keep your powers hidden."
Shivansh took a deep breath. "And if I must fight?"
"Then fight wisely. Use your powers only when necessary. Strength without control leads to destruction."
Shivansh nodded, understanding. "I will wait... but when the time comes, I will be ready."
Yogi smiled. "That is why we are sending you back. This was just training. The real test lies ahead."
Shivansh glanced at the night sky. His journey wasn't over – it was just beginning.