The night had barely ended.
The black lake—once alive with whispers—had fallen silent. Ripples shivered across its surface, then stilled completely, as if the world was holding its breath.
Aaryan stood at its edge, eyes reflecting the pale shimmer of the dying stars.
He waited.
Then the ground began to tremble.
The lake drained—slowly, steadily—revealing the skeleton of an ancient ruin beneath. Pillars of obsidian stone jutted out, carved with faces screaming in silence. The stench of decay rose from below, thick and wet.
Floating atop the receding water were bodies—gray, hollow, veins blackened as if something had fed through them.
Aaryan crouched beside one. The corpse's face was frozen mid-scream, its flesh cracked like old stone. The marks along its skin mirrored the dark veins pulsing faintly under his own wrist.
> "Not killed," he murmured. "Drained."
The Sha essence inside him stirred—amused.
> "You speak as though you weren't the one who drank, little vessel."
Aaryan ignored the voice, watching as steam rose from the cooling blood. The Essence moved on its own, feeding through the lake, not through his will. That unsettled him. It meant the Sha was growing stronger.
A rustle echoed behind him.
Five scavengers emerged from the mist, faces smeared with ash, eyes wide with hunger. One carried a rusted blade. Another, a charm of dried bones.
> "Stay back," one stammered. "We—we only did what we had to! The lake started screaming!"
Aaryan tilted his head, curious. "And you thought to rob it?"
> "We thought it was treasure! The water turned black and—people started dying!"
He could feel their terror clawing at the air. Fear was a tangible thing—soft, trembling, alive. The Sha whispered, voice smooth as oil.
> "They're offering you fear. Take it."
Aaryan's hand moved lazily. One scavenger lunged, blade flashing.
Before it could fall, darkness rippled. The man froze, then collapsed as his veins turned black. Another tried to run; Aaryan didn't even look—his shadow stretched and snapped the man's spine with a dull crack.
Two left.
> "Stop," Aaryan said softly. "Tell me—what did you see beneath the water?"
The survivors trembled. One dropped to his knees.
> "A temple! Faces in the stone! And a mark—like an eye, but burning—"
The Sha purred.
> "Ah… my birthplace."
The remaining scavenger bolted. Aaryan let him. He turned to the dying one and spoke quietly.
> "Fear is the last truth a man speaks."
He rose, dusting his hands clean as if he had brushed away dirt, not life.
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The silence returned—heavy, endless.
The ruins below seemed to pulse faintly, veins of faint crimson light crawling between the stones.
For a heartbeat, Aaryan almost reached out—not to destroy, but to steady the dying man's hand. He stopped. Compassion was a memory he couldn't afford to remember.
He felt the Sha watching.
> "You're learning control," it whispered. "But control and mercy are the same lie."
Aaryan's voice was calm.
> "Mercy drowns men. Logic saves them."
> "And yet you keep saving no one," the Sha laughed.
He looked toward the horizon, where dawn's gray light bled into the mist.
Footsteps approached—measured, disciplined.
The Silent Veins had arrived: five figures cloaked in silver-gray robes, the sigil of a severed artery marked on their hoods.
The leading one spoke, her tone cool.
> "We followed the disturbance. The energy here—it reeks of a forbidden essence."
Aaryan met her gaze.
> "Then you came to the right place."
Her eyes narrowed. "What are you?"
> "A student," he said. "Learning what your sect forgot to fear."
The Sha chuckled softly in his mind.
> "Careful, Aaryan. They don't worship logic. They bleed for it."
One of the Silent Veins stepped forward, spear gleaming.
> "You stand on cursed ground. Leave—or be purged."
Aaryan's shadow coiled at his feet, like smoke gathering to strike.
But he smiled. Not mockingly—patiently.
> "If you wish to purge fear," he said, "then start with yourselves."
A gust of black wind rippled through the ruins. The sect members hesitated, their auras flickering like candlelight.
He could have killed them all. Easily.
But instead, Aaryan turned away.
> "Run," he murmured. "And tell your masters what you saw. Let them prepare their logic against the unknown."
The Sha's tone sharpened.
> "You spare them? After tasting their fear?"
> "Not mercy," Aaryan replied. "Strategy."
He stepped onto the cracked altar that jutted from the drained lakebed. The reflection of the rising sun gleamed faintly in the thin layer of water—blood-red, like an open eye.
> "Fear spreads faster when it has witnesses."
The Sha's laughter echoed through him, deep and resonant.
> "I'm not your weapon, Aaryan."
He smiled, eyes cold and calm.
> "No," he whispered. "You're my masterpiece."
🕯️ Author's Note
Fear and logic — two edges of the same blade.
Aaryan is beginning to see what it means to control the Sha, not just survive it. But power always demands a price, and the world around him is starting to notice.
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The next chapter will reveal the truth beneath the drained lake and the real purpose of the Silent Veins' arrival.
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