Obtaining the power of God, or becoming a God oneself, is never simple.At every step, there is a trial—such a trial that brings every hidden weakness within a person to the surface. This trial does not take revenge, yet it feels as though some invisible force is constantly teaching something.
Ansh's mind kept screaming again and again, crying out relentlessly—"You won't be able to do it. Give up. This is your limit. It would be better than this pain to let go of your power and become a monster, so that you can forget this pain, forget this suffocation that is breaking you from the inside every single moment."
But every time these thoughts descended into Ansh's mind, he remembered Siya—Siya, who was the final end of that rope, the one who gave Ansh the hope to keep standing in this trial, the belief that he must cross this trial and move forward.
Thoughts arose in his mind that those who had entered this trial were not ordinary, but then another voice spoke from within—"But you are nothing."
Here, success felt like nothing more than an illusion.Here, every attempt turned into failure, and every breath became a battle.
Some time earlier — in the Infinite Lake
Ansh kept sinking deeper and deeper. Around him spread dense, cold, and endless darkness. His consciousness was abandoning him again and again. His breaths began to choke. But when he felt that he was about to die, suddenly he sensed something unusual.
Now his breathing began to stabilize.He was able to breathe.
But how was this possible?
He took a deep breath. For a moment, he felt peace—but soon that peace turned into fear. He could breathe, but he had no control over his body. It was as if invisible chains had bound him.
As he continued sinking deeper, the pressure of the water increased from all sides—heavy, unbearable, and tearing him apart from within. He did not know how much time had passed, but eventually, he reached the bottom of the lake.
Fatigue and the pressure of the water had tortured him to such an extent that his mind had now reached an unconscious, unstable state. He did not know how much time had passed. His breaths were slow—only enough to keep his life going.
Time kept passing.
And then a voice echoed in Ansh's ears—a soft voice, filled with concern—
"Ansh, wake up. Have you forgotten the promises you made? We have to get out together."
After that, the sound of a deep breath echoed within the water. Ansh's chest began to rise and fall rapidly. The stiffness in his body had now disappeared.
He thought to himself—how much time has passed?
Just then, a light burst forth in that deep darkness. And within that light, a sacred, solemn voice echoed—
"You have passed the first trial. You have endured the crushing pressure of the water and, through your own strength, befriended the water. As you move forward in this trial, you will learn more qualities of water. You will have to work harder for the trials ahead. And know this—that only the worthy can gather the water and become the divine heir."
Ansh looked around. The darkness had now vanished. He could now sense every water pool. Countless water pools—separate, scattered—spread across miles. Deep, dark, and bottomless.
To pass this trial, he had to unite them.
His powers were limited, but he had learned something new. He was now capable of altering the very essence of water to a great extent. Though water was fluid, it remained in his fist as if it were a solid object.
He took a deep breath and spread his arms. As if he were about to lift a mountain, he stepped forward to raise that vast mass of water.
But the moment he tried to lift the water, it felt as though the weight of the entire ocean had fallen upon his palms. His muscles began to tremble. Blood started flowing from every pore of his body. His consciousness wavered.
The water seized him once again in its grip and dragged him downward.
He lost consciousness again.
This had now become his pattern. He did not know how many times he had tried, but every time he came close to succeeding, the water swallowed him.
Every failure pushed him closer to unconsciousness.
As he sank into darkness, terrifying visions of failure rose within his mind. One single mistake—and he would forever lose his powers and his humanity here.
Now, the memory of Siya alone served as his final source of light.
Once again, after losing consciousness, within that endless silence, a slow but stern voice emerged—this time not Siya's, but coming from within him, from some part of his own being—
"Imagination is the key to success. Do not command the water—let it flow with your imagination."
Ansh's heart began to pound violently.
A thought struck his mind like lightning—
Power alone is not enough. Imagination gives it direction.
He rose, sat down, and entered a meditative posture. The field of his soul began to expand. He felt that now the entire water was his body.
The water that had been crushing him until now began responding to his thoughts.
He remembered—How his power had always manifested as defense.How he had turned water into a shield—for himself, for his friends.From water slides to countless battles, he had always been a protector.
He opened his eyes and looked upward. His soul had now returned to his body. Fear was still there, but it was no longer stopping him—it was pushing him forward.
He made the water lighter in his mind—controlled, obedient.
Slowly, the weight of the water began to decrease.
He closed his eyes and saw all the scattered pools merging into one—a vast, unified body of water, flowing according to his will.
The water began to swirl around him.
For the first time—Ansh felt a sense of control.
But the moment he opened his eyes, doubt returned.He was weak in imagination.He had always relied on logic and strength.
The water began slipping again.His grip started to loosen.
"No… I can do this," he said to himself.
But mental exhaustion had taken over.Imagination began to falter.The unbearable pressure of the water returned once more.
His limbs grew heavy.His consciousness began to blur.
In the final moments, someone supported him. This time, it was the one who had given Ansh the courage to move forward at every difficult turn. Ansh's mind became calm.
He imagined himself floating—"If water is my body…then who will drown in fear?""I will not lift the water…I will flow within it."
Removing the water from above himself. But this time, there was hope in his mind—that now, he would be able to do it.