CHAPTER 4 — THE THRONE WITHOUT A GOD
The eye in Arjun's palm opened (awaken partly )fully.
Pain vanished.So did fear because the power also started to come.
The hospital ceiling peeled apart like rotting flesh, revealing a vast emptiness above—black, endless, and watching. The descending presence froze mid-air, as if hesitant.
The corpses began to scream.
Not in terror.
In worship.it was their chanting prayer to him.
"THE KEY REMEMBERS."
The ash-robed man staggered back, blood leaking from his nose.The effects of powers was clearly visible on him and fear of it on face.
"Close it," he hissed. "If it fully awakens, you won't be human anymore."
Arjun looked at his hand.
Inside the eye, he saw a vision—not a memory, not imagination.
A Throne.calling him or past birth relation with that thing.
Floating in nothingness searching for ruler .
Massive. Cracked. Empty.
Chains hung from it, broken long ago.
And carved into its back were words older than language:
THIS SEAT REJECTS GODS
The presence above the hospital shifted, angry now. That gives you goosebumps turning with scary atmosphere and energy.
"You do not belong to the Throne." Throne is for special one, powerful
Arjun felt something answer back—not a voice, but intent.
Neither do you.
The eye in his palm pulsed.
Reality folded.
The descending thing screamed as invisible force crushed it, dragging it upward, back into the void. The ceiling sealed itself. Silence slammed down.
All the corpses collapsed at once.
Dead again.
Arjun fell to his knees, gasping.
The ash-robed man stared at him like he was looking at a natural disaster.
"You didn't summon it," the man said slowly.
"You judged it."
Arjun looked up. "What am I?"
The man hesitated.
Then spoke the word no one used lightly.
"A God-Bearer."
Sirens wailed in the distance. Wind moved the curtain of ward and door.
The man grabbed Arjun's wrist, wrapping the bleeding mark with a sigil-cloth.
"Listen carefully," he said. "You are not the first." There were many before you and now.
Arjun's breath caught and started showing a interest to know and become normal one.
"There are others like you," the man continued. "Some became saints. Some became monsters. Some are worshipped."
He met Arjun's eyes.
"And one of them is sitting on the Throne right now… pretending to be a god."
Arjun's head was heavy with words like throne,God bearers, judge,key bearers and power hierarchy like fog in his mind, confusing and bouncing over understanding. It was like a dream more than reality but indeed it was happening he can't ignore.