Swetha found herself once again in the endless white expanse—the space where every soul was given a chance.

The radiant man in white robes stood before her, his presence serene yet unwavering. His eyes, deep and all-knowing, gazed at her with gentle finality.

"Now that Arya is also captured, and you have been cast out by an evil force, your path back is sealed, Swetha," the man said. "If you try to return again, the darkness will not allow it. You have only one choice—enter the left door and be born again."

Swetha’s heart pounded. No.

She refused to accept this.

Her fists clenched as she stepped forward. "Help me!" Swetha pleaded. "You are pure positive energy. If you come with me, I can break through the darkness and enter! Together, we can save Arya!"

The man shook his head slowly. "No. We do not interfere in earthly matters. If we did, we would break the balance of free will."

Swetha's voice trembled. "But what if Arya dies?"

The man smiled. A deep, knowing smile.

"Death is only an illusion of the human mind. It is the end only in their thoughts. The body perishes, but the soul… the soul remains eternal."

Swetha stepped closer, her eyes burning with determination. "If not you, then let me speak to the souls in the right door! If they choose to help, I will go with them!"

The man sighed. "I will allow it. But only for Arya."

He raised his hand.

The right door creaked open.

A deep, resonant bell tolled from within, shaking the very fabric of the white space. The sound echoed endlessly, summoning every soul inside.

From the radiant void beyond the door, thousands of luminous figures gathered, their forms glowing like celestial stars. They stood together, their expressions calm, waiting for an answer.

Swetha took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Arya is in danger," she called out. "He has been captured by the sage—by the very man he once trusted. If we don’t help him now, he may never rise again!"

A heavy silence fell over the vast assembly. No one spoke.

Swetha's voice cracked. "I know the price. If you step out of this door, you must be born again, and you may never return. But… ask yourself—how many of you are here because of Arya?"

She looked around, her eyes desperate.

"He didn’t just help you. He helped your families. Your children. Your loved ones. If he had not intervened, you wouldn’t be standing here!"

Another silence.

Then—

A single voice.

A woman stepped forward. Her soul radiated with golden light.

Swetha gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

It was her mother.

"I will go," her mother said, her voice filled with warmth. "Arya did not just save me. He saved my daughter. He was captured while protecting her. How could I stand here and do nothing?"

Swetha’s eyes filled with tears.

The man in white sighed again, his expression unreadable. "You understand the consequence?" he asked. "Once you step out of this door, you will be reborn. The cycle of birth and death will start again. And who knows… you may never find your way back here."

Her mother smiled. "Then so be it."

A ripple of energy surged through the crowd.

One by one, other souls stepped forward.

A man. A child. A woman.

Then hundreds.

Then thousands.

A deafening chorus rang through the void— "We will go!"

Swetha turned, eyes wide, watching as over 10,000 souls moved forward, their lights shining like stars.

"When Arya saved us," a voice spoke from the crowd, "he did not just save one person. He saved entire families. He saved futures. We cannot let him fall!"

Another voice echoed from the gathering souls. "If we are reborn again, Arya will help us enter this door once more. He has guided us before, and he will do it again."

Swetha looked back at the man in white.

His expression was unreadable, but for the first time, there was something in his eyes—something ancient, something powerful.

Respect.

He stepped aside. "Go, then. But remember—the moment you interfere, your journey to this door resets."

The right door burst open.

A golden tornado of energy erupted from within, swirling around Swetha and the souls. The space shook violently.

Then—

They vanished.

At that exact moment, inside Rajavarthan’s mansion, the sage tightened his grip over Arya, the dark ritual reaching its peak.

The air grew thick with shadows, the ground cracked with malevolent energy. Arya struggled, his body bound by invisible chains, his immortal power being drained.

The sage smirked. "Your time has come, Arya. You are alone."

Then—

A deafening BOOM.

The entire mansion trembled.

A powerful golden light exploded through the roof, shattering every dark sigil in its path.

The sage’s eyes widened. "What—?"

A storm of blazing souls descended from the heavens, flooding the chamber in pure, divine energy.

And at the front of it all—

Swetha.

Her eyes locked onto Arya’s.

"You're not alone."

10,000 warrior souls followed behind her, their presence radiating with an energy not even the sage had foreseen.

And for the first time—

Rajavarthan’s protector… felt fear.

The overwhelming force of pure energy clashed with the darkness surrounding the sage’s ritual. The very ground trembled as the evil energy writhed, unable to withstand the sheer power of so many righteous souls. The dark force cracked, shattered, and was consumed in a blinding burst of light.

Freed from his bindings, Arya’s eyes burned with a divine fury. He surged forward like a storm, his presence unstoppable. Rajavarthan stumbled back, but there was no escape. With a single, decisive strike, Arya ended him.

The souls, their mission complete, turned toward the sage. His once-certain confidence had crumbled into sheer terror. The warriors, bound by gratitude and justice, unleashed their power upon him. The air howled as light engulfed the sage, erasing him from existence.

Silence fell. Arya stood among the fading spirits, their faces filled with peace. They looked upon him one last time, gratitude shining in their eyes—before vanishing into the realm beyond.