Siya's voice erupted through the psychic link like a bolt of celestial thunder.
"Enough, Ali. Stop."
The force behind her words silenced everyone instantly.
"His emotions surfacing is natural," she continued, her tone softer now. "He has endured more suffering than either of you can imagine. His inner world is unstable. He is trapped between acceptance and refusal, between destiny and desire. That conflict is not weakness—it is a necessary part of the journey."
Her voice echoed across the spiritual plane surrounding Maan's consciousness.
"Remember, even if he is destined to become the manifestation of the Lord, his divine awareness has not awakened yet. His powers sleep. His higher consciousness sleeps. Right now, he is still fighting as a human being."
Ali lowered his head.
"I understand, Boss. I'm sorry."
Then he looked toward Maan.
"Forgive me. I let my emotions take control."
Maan released a long breath.
"No, Ali. You were only trying to help."
His voice trembled.
"Sister... it's been so long since I've seen you. My mind feels like it's breaking apart. Nothing makes sense anymore. Every thought feels heavier than the last. It's as if my own heart is slipping beyond my control."
For a moment, silence settled over the strange realm.
Then Siya spoke again.
"Maan... breathe."
Her words carried a strange warmth.
"Take a deep breath and calm your mind. I came here to help you free yourself from this confusion, but before anyone can save you, you must allow yourself to understand what is happening."
The darkness around him seemed to respond to her voice.
"Look around you. Observe everything. Understand the gravity of this moment. Do not force answers. Do not crush yourself beneath expectations."
Maan listened carefully.
"Do not lose yourself while searching for your true existence," Siya continued. "Instead, learn to recognize both parts of who you are—the human and the divine."
The shadows surrounding him began to shift.
"As your mind moves toward stability, the answers you seek will begin to reveal themselves. But the road ahead will not be easy. Many trials await you. Many truths will challenge you."
Her voice became firm.
"And when that happens, intelligence alone will not save you."
Maan raised his head.
"Sometimes wisdom fails. Sometimes knowledge runs out. Sometimes all that remains is the will to keep moving forward."
A faint golden light appeared somewhere beyond the darkness.
"The desire to live. The refusal to surrender. The fire that keeps burning even when everything else has fallen apart."
The light grew brighter.
"Maan, perhaps you never asked for this life."
A painful smile crossed his face.
"No," he whispered.
"I know," Siya replied.
"You never asked for power. You never asked for destiny. You never asked to carry the burden of worlds."
The golden glow spread across the void.
"But this life was given to you nonetheless."
The words struck deep.
"And because it was given to you, you must live it fully. You must fulfill the responsibilities that come with it."
The light now surrounded him completely.
"Remember this: nobody receives the exact life they ask for."
The silence that followed felt eternal.
"Every person must solve the questions life places before them. Sometimes those questions are answered through understanding. Sometimes through courage. Sometimes simply through refusing to give up."
The golden light pulsed.
"You understand, don't you?"
Maan slowly nodded.
"Yes, Sister."
A small smile appeared on his face for the first time in what felt like forever.
"I understand what you're trying to tell me."
The darkness around him began to crack.
Large fractures spread through the void like lightning tearing across a night sky.
Siya smiled.
"Good."
The cracks widened.
"Then go."
Maan looked at her.
"Go?"
"Yes."
Her eyes shone with pride.
"Return as something new."
The fractures exploded into countless streams of light.
"But remain the Maan I know."
Her voice softened.
"The same Maan I can recognize with a single glance."
The light consumed everything.
"We'll be waiting for you."
Maan smiled.
A genuine smile.
"I'll return soon."
And then he vanished.
The psychic connection dissolved.
Silence followed.
But that silence wasn't limited to Maan's spiritual realm.
It had reached Siya as well.
Something heavy had settled inside her heart.
Something she couldn't fully explain.
Was it concern for Maan?
Or something else entirely?
Ali's voice broke the silence.
"Boss... I'm sorry. I lost control."
Siya shook her head.
"It's alright, Ali. You did exactly what I asked you to do. I'm not angry."
Relief flooded through him.
"Take care of yourselves," she continued. "Both of you."
"Wait," Andy interrupted immediately.
"Where are you going now?"
His tone sharpened.
"You disappear for days. You refuse to tell us what's happening. You still haven't returned. What exactly are you trying to do?"
For a moment, Siya said nothing.
The room around her remained silent.
The surveillance camera mounted high above the wall continued to watch.
Somewhere beyond those walls, the mysterious captor was likely listening.
Yet Siya's expression remained calm.
Then she spoke.
"Andy..."
There was something different in her voice.
Something uncertain.
Something hopeful.
"I am searching for someone."
Ali frowned.
"Who?"
Siya's eyes drifted toward the distance.
Toward a possibility she had been unable to ignore since the moment she returned.
A possibility that refused to die.
A possibility hidden beneath layers of mystery, deception, and unanswered questions.
Her voice became barely more than a whisper.
"I think..."
She paused.
The words seemed almost impossible to say.
"I think that person is still alive."
The connection went silent.
Ali and Andy stared at each other in shock.
Neither of them spoke.
Because deep down, they both knew there was only one person whose survival could shake everything they believed.
And what if Siya will right...