"We can postpone what is meant to happen," Siya said quietly, her voice heavy with truth,
"but we cannot change the destiny written by the Supreme."
The air around her felt still, as if the world itself was listening.
"Those who try to control fate invite destruction," she continued. "Many demons have tried—blinded by arrogance, believing they could bend creation to their will. They angered the Divine… and the entire world suffered for it."
Her voice cracked.
"The Creator cannot bear to see His children in pain. That is why we were created—to prevent such chaos. And if we fail…"
She swallowed.
"Even our existence will be erased."
A deep silence followed. Her trembling words seemed to awaken the calm room.
Siya took a long breath. "I need to be alone."
"Boss—" Ali started.
She gently stopped him. "I need to find a way forward. For that, I must enter yogic meditation. Don't worry. I am stable."
She closed her eyes and slipped into deep trance, attempting to strengthen her remaining energy. But again and again, faint voices broke her focus—whispers echoing from somewhere beyond thought.
Frustration surged.
"Who is disturbing me?" she cried, her anger rolling like thunder.
She steadied herself and returned to meditation—this time not chasing power, but listening.
The whispers sharpened.
Find him.
Siya followed the sound.
Another voice emerged.
The path is the same.
Her eyes flew open.
Memory crashed into her mind—George's final words.
Find him.
The place from her dreams.
Her breath caught.
Siya rose suddenly. "Andy! Ali! Clara—now!"
They rushed to her side.
Her voice shook—not with fear, but certainty.
"I found the way," she said.
"We can still fix everything."