Siya was still lost in thought when Ali's voice suddenly echoed through the corridor.
"Siya! Come here—Siya!"
Hearing the urgency, she ran toward him. The moment she reached the spot, the scene before her left her stunned.
"How is this possible?" Siya asked quietly.
"I don't know," Ali replied honestly. "I just heard a sound and rushed here. Seeing this… even I'm shocked."
Andy had been the first to witness it.
"Andy, get up! Do something, Siya!" Ali urged.
Seeing Andy so shaken surprised Siya, but for now, she ignored it. She took a few steps forward—and suddenly, a cold laugh rang out.
"What is it about you, Siya," the voice mocked, "that pulls everyone toward you?"
Siya turned her gaze.
Clara.
Siya continued, her voice become harsh, "This" "is humanity's greatest weakness. People let their desires overpower them—and turn themselves into worshippers of evil and jealousy. Look at yourself. Do you really think you're worthy of him? Ask yourself—why doesn't he choose you?"Clara stared at Siya. Her eyes had turned completely red, as if a lifetime of rage had been poured into that single glance.
In one swift motion, Siya grabbed Clara by the neck and began to choke her.
Clara struggled, gasping for air.
Siya's face, however, remained cold—emotionless, steady, terrifyingly calm.
"Siya! She'll die—leave her!" Andy shouted. "She can't breathe!"
Siya looked at Andy—and tightened her grip even more.
"Siya, stop!" Andy yelled in rage. "If she dies—let go!"
He struck Siya's arm.
In an instant, Siya reversed the attack and threw Andy backward. He stumbled away.
Only then did Siya release Clara.
Clara collapsed, coughing violently, her consciousness returning.
"What… what happened to me?" Clara whispered. "Siya, I don't know why I'm losing control. My mind isn't listening to me anymore. I can't control my thoughts. A moment ago, I felt like I was dying… like my eyes were closing forever."
Siya spoke in a cold, measured tone.
"When jealousy fills one's thoughts, the mind begins to fuel desire alone. And that is where the journey toward destruction and evil begins."
She looked at Clara.
"Why do you think this happened to you?"
Clara remained silent—almost as if she already knew the answer.
"When control took over you," Siya continued, "your mind surrendered too easily. It didn't fight for its own existence. And the moment the shadow of darkness fell upon you, the hidden desires and hatred buried deep within you awakened. The darkness didn't create them—it merely revealed what already existed inside you."
She paused.
"If I hadn't brought you back in time, you would've been trapped in a loop you could never escape. Your goodness would have vanished, and only evil would have felt right to you."
"This," Siya said quietly, "is the nature of dark energy. It consumes the light within us."
"That's why mental stability is essential. A stable mind brings restraint, wisdom, and clarity—the ability to distinguish between right and wrong."
"This can happen to you again. And that's why stabilizing your mind is the only cure."
She continued firmly,
"Meditation. Focus. Discipline. Awaken one of your chakras—that is your goal. Consume Sanjeevani to maintain balance and sit in meditation."
Clara whispered, "But I'm just an ordinary human, Siya. How can I awaken a chakra?"
Siya's words were harsh—but necessary.
"You've fought countless battles. Faced enemies. Stared death in the face without fear. Did you ever think you were ordinary then? Whether human or divine—effort makes everything possible."
Clara listened in silence.
Nearby, Andy had already realized how wrong he had been. He stepped forward to speak—but Siya stopped him immediately.
Her voice turned icy.
"A mistake is still a mistake. And you will not be forgiven. Realizing your fault is not enough."
"For the next two weeks, you will meditate continuously—without food or water. You will not move from your place."
Andy lowered his head. He didn't say a word.
Clara tried to speak—but Siya shot her a warning glance. Andy gestured for her to stay silent.
"If anyone believes my decisions are wrong," Siya said, "they are free to leave. Right now."
Silence followed.
Siya walked away—but before leaving, she planted a tiny source of her energy inside Clara's body. Clara didn't realize it, but Ali did.
As Siya stepped out, her strength failed her. She almost collapsed.
Ali caught her just in time and helped her to her room. Sitting beside her, he closed his eyes and began transferring his own energy to her.
Siya stopped him.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
Ali touched her forehead—it was burning.
"Boss, you're not fine," he said softly. "You need strict rest. Tell me—what's going on inside your mind?"
"The punishment, losing control, your condition—why?"
Siya asked him to close the door.
"Ever since I learned the truth about my existence—that I myself am the embodiment of power—my anger has become unstable," she admitted.
"As for Andy… I feel sorrow for him. But his emotions are weakening him. He's a superhuman—this isn't normal. His powers could fade. His emotions could lead him down the wrong path."
"He must awaken his next chakra himself. For that, emotional stability is essential."
"My condition," she added, "is due to fluctuations in my energy—sudden drops, sudden surges. It will take time to normalize. It's not dangerous."
Ali hesitated, then asked, "What about George? He helped you. Normally, you would've given him a chance. Why didn't you?"
Siya exhaled.
"It's a deep secret, Ali. I don't know how accurate my intuition is—but my predictions are never false."
"I don't think he's George. He's someone else."
"There's a madness in him—like he sees me as a living object to be possessed. His laughter, his gaze, his behavior—everything screams obsession. The real George could never be like that."
"The George who saved me had restraint. Even if he cared for me, I never doubted him."
"But now I believe—neither that George nor this one is real."
"There are many questions, Ali. And only the 'George' among us can answer them."
"For that," she said quietly, "I'll have to fulfill his desires. Earn his trust. His obsession will expose his secrets."
Ali was stunned.
"Has he ever hurt you?" he asked calmly.
That quiet concern comforted Siya.
"No," she smiled faintly. "If he had, he wouldn't be alive. He'd be dead in the jungle."
They both laughed softly.
Ali reassured her, "As long as I'm here, no one can touch you."
Siya replied gently, "Ali… some decisions ahead will hurt me too. Even if I don't want to—I'll have to be the reason. And I'll need you by my side."
Ali started to argue—but Siya stopped him.
"Don't think. Go rest."
"I'm not tired," Ali smiled. "Let me massage your head."
Meanwhile, Andy checked on Clara.
"I'm fine," she said. "If Siya hadn't been there, someone else would be lying here instead of me."
"You upset her," Clara said softly. "How did that happen?"
"I don't know," Andy admitted. "Maybe she's right—I need emotional stability."
"I'm going to begin meditation."
As he turned to leave, Clara held his hand.
"I barely got to see you care for me… and you're leaving already?"
Andy smiled sadly.
"My lack of restraint is my weakness. I need to fix it."
"We'll meet again soon."
And with that, he walked away.