"Siya…!"
Trikala's voice tore through the silence.
Siya had collapsed.
She was unconscious, and her body desperately needed energy. Without wasting another second, Trikala lifted her carefully and carried her into the room, laying her down on the bed.
The moment Jate, Ali, and Andy saw her, they rushed in.
Siya looked as though she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. There was no visible sign of the weakness that had overwhelmed her only moments ago. Her face remained calm, almost unnaturally so.
Yet something about that silence felt wrong.
Maharsi stood nearby, watching her without panic.
Ali finally broke the silence.
"Gurudev… what happened to Siya? Could her sudden unconsciousness be a sign of some greater danger?"
Maharsi remained silent for a moment.
Then he answered quietly.
"Danger…?"
His expression remained composed.
"Yes. It is certainly a sign of danger."
Ali's eyes widened.
"But danger to whom?"
Maharsi looked at him.
"That," he continued, "is far more important."
Ali became restless.
"Gurudev, what are you trying to say?"
Maharsi gave him no answer.
Instead, a faint, mysterious smile appeared on his face as he simply looked at Ali.
Ashwatthama finally spoke.
"Ali… let time do what it was meant to do."
Ali looked at him, confused.
Ashwatthama's gaze remained fixed on Siya.
"Time is hiding a very powerful secret within itself. And perhaps…"
He paused.
"…that secret will be revealed very soon."
Before Ali could understand what he meant, Jate stepped forward.
"Look at her. Siya needs energy. Give her my divine energy. Let me help her."
Ashwatthama turned toward him.
"Do not worry, Jate."
His voice was calm.
"She is fine."
Jate looked unconvinced.
"But—"
"Let her wake on her own."
The room fell silent again.
And then—
Something changed.
Siya's body suddenly lifted from the bed.
Everyone froze.
She rose into the air without any visible force supporting her.
Her body floated weightlessly, like a fallen leaf suspended in an invisible current.
Then the energy around her began to change.
Dark blue and black light erupted from every side of her body.
It wasn't ordinary darkness.
It wasn't ordinary light either.
The two seemed to exist together—twisting, colliding, and radiating an incomprehensible force.
An otherworldly glow emerged from within Siya herself.
The air inside the room grew heavy.
The energy became so intense that everyone instinctively stepped back.
Then, without warning—
Siya suddenly descended.
But she did not fall.
She sat cross-legged in mid-air, her body suspended above the ground.
Her eyes remained closed.
Her expression was peaceful.
Yet there was something terrifyingly different about her presence.
She looked calm…
…but strangely aggressive.
Jate slowly stepped toward her.
"Siya…"
He took another step.
The instant he moved closer—
Her third eye opened.
A violent burst of energy exploded from it.
Jate was thrown backward and crashed onto the ground several feet away.
The impact came so suddenly that he couldn't even react in time to defend himself.
"Jate!"
Ali and Andy stared in shock.
But Jate barely seemed to hear them.
His eyes remained fixed on Siya.
She had not moved.
Her physical eyes were still closed.
Yet the third eye on her forehead was open.
And it was looking.
Not at one person.
Not at one direction.
It moved slowly, scanning the entire room.
As if Siya could see everything without opening her eyes.
Maharsi immediately folded his hands.
He bowed his head.
"Mata… pranam sweekar kare."
Ashwatthama also joined his hands and lowered his head respectfully.
Neither of them appeared surprised.
That frightened Ali more than anything else.
Maharsi spoke again, his voice filled with reverence.
"Mother… accept our respects."
Ali stared at him.
"Mother…?"
He looked back at Siya.
Half of her face had turned deep blue.
The other half was completely black.
Her eyes remained closed, but the third eye burned with an overwhelming force.
Then her physical eyes opened.
They were red.
Not merely tired or irritated—
they carried an unnatural intensity, as though an ancient power had awakened behind them.
Siya remained seated in the air, completely motionless.
The darkness and blue light continued to radiate from her body.
Her presence had changed.
She no longer seemed like the Siya they knew.
Her hearing had expanded far beyond human limits.
Her vision could perceive things invisible to ordinary eyes.
Her thoughts moved with astonishing speed.
Every sound.
Every movement.
Every fragment of energy within the room—
she could perceive it all.
It was as if the limits that had once confined her consciousness had suddenly disappeared.
Her ability to hear, see, perceive, and think had multiplied beyond imagination.
Millions of times greater than before.
No one dared move.
Even Jate remained where he had fallen.
Maharshi and Ashwatthama continued to watch in silence.
And somewhere deep within Siya…
something ancient had awakened.
Something that had been sleeping behind the light.
Behind the darkness.
Behind her memories.
Behind her divine energy.
The question was no longer whether Siya had awakened.
The real question was—
What had awakened through her?
What was the secret behind this sudden transformation?
Why had her third eye opened?
Why had her divine presence become a fusion of blue radiance and absolute darkness?
And most terrifying of all—
Was this truly Siya's awakening…
or had something else awakened inside her?