Was it Man's fear—or his loneliness?
Perhaps it was both.
Whatever the reason, the very thing he struggled to control had become the wound he could never seem to heal.
Again and again, Man failed to restrain his emotions. His restless mind refused to let go of the feelings that had begun to take root within him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not distance himself from the strange attachment that continued to pull at his consciousness.
And somewhere beyond his understanding, destiny was already moving.
What was fate preparing for Man?
Would the awakening of the Supreme Cosmic Consciousness—the Parabrahma—truly take place within him?
No one had the answer.
Not yet.
Meanwhile, Siya's condition showed no sign of improving.
Her weakening body had become a source of concern for everyone around her. The once-stable flow of her divine energy continued to diminish, and with every passing moment, the uncertainty surrounding her condition grew heavier.
Trikala stood nearby, watching her.
He tried to conceal his anxiety.
But he was failing.
The concern in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Ali approached Siya and spoke carefully.
"Boss, your condition is getting worse. There has to be some way to restore your energy. Your power… your divine energy… both are declining."
Before Siya could answer, Trikala stepped forward.
"Why don't you use my energy?"
Everyone turned toward him.
"Take my divine energy," he continued. "If it can help you recover, then use it."
Siya immediately shook her head.
"No."
Her answer was firm.
"There is a balance inside you, Trikala. Your divine energy and your Pisacha energy exist in equilibrium. If you transfer your divine golden energy to me, that balance could collapse."
She looked directly into his eyes.
"And if that happens, your Pisacha energy could overpower you."
Trikala remained silent.
Siya's voice softened, but her words became even more serious.
"Don't destroy the goodness inside you. Not even if the entire world turns against you."
She paused.
"Your goodness is what makes you human. It is what makes you more than ordinary. It is what makes you… extraordinary."
For a brief moment, something changed in Trikala's expression.
Was Siya genuinely worried about him?
Was there more concern in her words than she was willing to admit?
Trikala stepped closer.
"I don't need your concern," he said quietly. "Just listen to me and accept my energy."
Siya's expression hardened.
"I don't want anyone's favor."
The words were cold.
But beneath that coldness was the same Siya everyone knew—the woman who refused to become indebted to anyone, no matter how difficult her own situation became.
Everyone had heard their exchange.
Far away, inside the temple, Hanumant sat quietly.
He had witnessed everything.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Then Jate stepped forward.
"Why don't you take my energy, Siya?"
Silence fell.
Jate continued.
"I possess divine abilities. I have enough energy that transferring a portion of it to you wouldn't weaken my body. It could restore yours."
Siya said nothing.
For the first time, she had no immediate answer.
Jate's proposal made sense.
There was no obvious danger in accepting his energy.
And, more importantly, Siya couldn't find a convincing reason to refuse him.
Trikala watched the exchange.
His expression remained controlled.
But inside, something twisted.
Jealousy.
He knew it.
He hated the feeling, but he couldn't deny it.
Yet this wasn't the moment to let his emotions interfere.
Jate's energy might truly be the only solution they had.
So Trikala remained silent.
He simply stood there, watching.
And for the first time since Jate's return, the unspoken tension between the two men became almost as dangerous as the darkness surrounding them.
Siya lowered her gaze.
Jate waited.
Everyone waited.
The decision was hers.
And somewhere within the vast machinery of destiny, another piece had just fallen into place.