CHAPTER 37, A WAR WITHOUT POWER— The Weight Of Truth
As soon as the Granth finished speaking—
something inside Krrish began to collapse.
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It wasn't visible.
It wasn't loud.
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But it was absolute.
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A sudden wave of weakness spread through his entire body.
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His vision blurred.
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The space around him, which had once felt endless and stable, now seemed distant… fading.
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His breathing grew uneven.
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And for the first time—
Krrish felt something he had almost forgotten.
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Powerlessness.
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His knees weakened slightly.
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His body swayed.
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And then—
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he began to fall.
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At that exact moment—
a dark presence emerged from within him.
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The Black Shadow.
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It stepped forward, its form steady yet carrying an unusual tension.
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Its gaze immediately locked onto the Granth.
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"You…"
its voice was calm—but there was a sharp edge beneath it,
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"What kind of world are you sending him to?"
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The space remained silent.
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The Black Shadow continued—
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"What kind of family is this…"
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"…that could actually become a problem for Krrish?"
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There was a brief pause.
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"I don't believe this will be as difficult as you're making it sound."
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The Granth did not react immediately.
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Its light dimmed slightly—
then deepened.
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As if it was responding not to the words…
but to the understanding behind them.
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"If he still had his power…"
the Granth finally spoke,
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"…then yes."
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"This would be different."
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The Black Shadow's eyes narrowed.
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"But now—"
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"He has no power."
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"No influence."
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"No wealth."
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"In that world…"
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"…he will have nothing."
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Each word echoed with quiet certainty.
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"Tell me…"
the Granth continued,
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"Do you truly believe…"
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"…that fighting the strongest forces of a world…"
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"…without anything…"
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"…is easy?"
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The question lingered in the silence.
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The Black Shadow did not answer immediately.
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But it did not step back either.
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After a moment, it spoke again—
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"You're not wrong."
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"But this still doesn't make it impossible."
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For a brief second—
the space felt heavier.
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The Granth's energy shifted again.
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"You are still looking at him as a warrior."
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"But in that world…"
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"He will not be one."
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The words carried a deeper meaning now.
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"He will have a weak body."
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"A body that feels pain."
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"A body that gets tired."
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"A body that can break."
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"And most importantly—"
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"He will be alone."
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The Black Shadow's expression changed slightly.
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"Alone…?"
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"Yes."
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"He will have no one to rely on."
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"No one to support him."
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"No one to stand beside him."
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"Only memories."
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A pause.
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"And not just his own."
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The Black Shadow remained silent.
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It was listening more carefully now.
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"He will know…"
the Granth continued,
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"…what happened to the person whose life he will take."
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"He will know the end of that story."
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The air grew heavier.
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"He will know…"
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"…how that man loved his wife."
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"…how he cared for his family."
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"…how he gave everything he had."
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"And what did he receive in return?"
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Silence.
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The answer didn't need to be spoken.
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But the Granth said it anyway—
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"Betrayal."
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"Rejection."
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"A broken existence."
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The Black Shadow's gaze darkened.
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"Now tell me…"
the Granth said slowly,
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"A weak man…"
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"With no power…"
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"No wealth…"
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"No support…"
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"How will he punish those people?"
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"How will he make them feel regret?"
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The question hung in the air—
heavy and unavoidable.
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For a few moments—
the Black Shadow said nothing.
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Then—
it spoke quietly.
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"There are people…"
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"…who don't feel shame."
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"…no matter what happens."
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"Even if Krrish does everything…"
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"…they may never feel guilt."
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The space fell silent again.
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Because that—
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was truth.
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A harsh one.
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But real.
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For the first time—
the Granth did not respond immediately.
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Then—
its voice returned.
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Deeper than before.
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"Then that…"
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"…is for him to decide."
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The Black Shadow looked at it.
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"I told him…"
the Granth continued,
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"…he must make them feel guilt."
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"But I never said…"
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"…how."
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A faint shift in the atmosphere.
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"He does not need to rely on punishment alone."
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The Black Shadow's eyes sharpened.
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"What do you mean?"
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The Granth's glow steadied—
calm, but overwhelming.
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"Sometimes…"
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"The greatest punishment…"
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"…is not pain."
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"It is truth."
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Silence.
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Heavy.
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Unavoidable.
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"He can give them a punishment…"
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"…no one has ever given before."
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"A punishment…"
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"…that forces them to face themselves."
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"A punishment…"
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"…that makes them see what they have done."
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"And when they see it…"
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"…they will not need to be destroyed."
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"They will break on their own."
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The Black Shadow stood still.
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For the first time—
something shifted within it.
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"…So this isn't just a battle."
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"It's a psychological war."
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"A war of emotions."
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The Granth responded without hesitation—
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"This…"
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"…is a test of humanity."
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At that same moment—
Krrish's body had completely gone limp.
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His consciousness was fading rapidly.
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His breathing slowed.
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His presence—
almost gone.
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The transition had begun.
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The Black Shadow turned its gaze toward him.
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For a brief second—
it said nothing.
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Then quietly—
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"Krrish…"
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"This time…"
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"You won't be fighting enemies."
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"You'll be fighting people."
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"And that…"
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"…is far more dangerous."
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The Granth's light slowly began to dim.
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"And now…"
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"…everything depends on him."
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Those were the final words.
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The space dissolved.
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The presence vanished.
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And Krrish—
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disappeared completely.
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Not as a warrior.
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Not as a king.
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Not as something beyond human.
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But as something far more fragile—
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A powerless human.
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Thrown into a broken life.
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Where strength meant nothing.
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And only truth…
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could decide the outcome. 🔥