Last lord of the 3rd eye

[Rivaan's POV – The Decision to Awaken the Third Eye]

Rivaan sat cross-legged on his bed, the dim light of his desk lamp illuminating the open book in front of him. His fingers traced over the instructions for awakening the third eye, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"To awaken the third eye, one must meditate in a place of spiritual quiet or a location teeming with spiritual energy. The latter accelerates the process but carries greater risks."

Rivaan (thinking): A place filled with spirits? That sounds insane. But if it works faster...

He looked around his room, the comforting clutter of books and posters doing little to reassure him.

Rivaan (thinking): Jilpa's dealing with these things every day. If I want to help him, I need to see what he sees. No more waiting around.

[The Search for a Spirit-Rich Location]

The next morning, Rivaan left home with his backpack slung over his shoulder, the book carefully tucked inside. He had spent the night researching local rumors and legends, looking for places believed to be haunted or spiritually active.

His search led him to an abandoned temple on the outskirts of the city, its crumbling stone walls covered in ivy. The air around the temple felt heavy, charged with an energy that made his skin crawl.

Rivaan (thinking): This has to be it.

He stepped inside, the creak of the ancient wooden door echoing through the empty hall. The atmosphere was thick, almost suffocating, and every shadow seemed to move just out of the corner of his eye.

Rivaan (thinking): Perfect. Now let's hope this actually works.

[The Ritual Begins]

Rivaan found a spot near the altar, the broken statue of a deity looming above him. He sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, placing the book in front of him. Following the instructions, he closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

"Focus on your inner self. Envision a door behind your forehead, waiting to be opened. The spirits around you will guide the way."

At first, it was just the sound of his own breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Then, faint whispers began to tickle the edge of his consciousness, growing louder with each passing moment.

Rivaan (thinking): That's them... the spirits.

He concentrated harder, imagining the door as vividly as he could. It was a massive, ancient gate, adorned with intricate carvings and glowing faintly in the darkness of his mind.

The whispers grew more insistent, and a chill ran down his spine.

Spirit's Voice (whispering): You seek knowledge you do not understand... You tread where mortals should not.

Rivaan's hands clenched into fists, but he didn't break his concentration.

Rivaan (thinking): If Jilpa can face this, so can I.

The whispers turned into a cacophony, and the air around him seemed to ripple. His head throbbed, the pressure behind his forehead intensifying.

Rivaan (thinking): The door... it's opening.

A blinding flash of light exploded in his mind, and for a moment, he felt as though he was falling. When he opened his eyes, the world looked different.

[The Awakening]

The once-crumbling temple was now teeming with translucent figures—spirits of all shapes and sizes drifting aimlessly through the air. Some were grotesque and menacing, while others were faint and ethereal.

Rivaan stared in awe, his breath catching in his throat.

Rivaan (thinking): It worked. I can see them.

A low, guttural growl echoed through the temple, and Rivaan turned to see a hulking shadowy figure emerging from the corner. Its red eyes glowed with malice as it advanced toward him.

Rivaan (thinking): Oh crap... I didn't think this through.

The spirit lunged, and Rivaan stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding its clawed hand. He scrambled to his feet, clutching the book tightly.

Rivaan (thinking): Jilpa's powers let him control these things. What do I do?

The shadowy figure snarled, but it didn't attack again. Instead, it hovered, watching him intently.

Spirit (gravelly voice): You're not ready, mortal. But you will be.

With that, the spirit dissipated, leaving Rivaan alone in the temple. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned against the altar, trying to catch his breath.

Rivaan (thinking): Not ready? What does that even mean?

He glanced at the book in his hand, the weight of what he had just done sinking in.

Rivaan (thinking): Jilpa and I are in way over our heads... but I can't stop now.

[Rivaan's POV – The Unexpected Power Awakens]

As the temple's eerie quietness settled around him, Rivaan's heart continued to race. He stood still for a moment, listening to the faint rustling of spirits in the air, their whispers barely audible now. His breath came in short gasps, his mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened.

The spirit's words echoed in his head.

Spirit (gravelly voice): You're not ready, mortal. But you will be.

Rivaan wiped the sweat from his brow and took a step back, still unsure of what the spirit meant. But something lingered in the air—an energy, an intensity that hadn't been there before.

As he turned to leave the temple, the air seemed to crackle around him. The moment he stepped outside, a surge of heat shot through his body. His skin tingled, like an electric charge running through his veins. Rivaan stumbled back, confused, until he caught a glimpse of his hand.

Rivaan (thinking): What the hell is happening?

His hand glowed faintly, the light flickering like a tiny star. His heart skipped a beat as he looked around, realizing that the strange heat was coming from within him.

The heat intensified, but before he could process it, the light dimmed. Rivaan's mind was racing.

Rivaan (thinking): I don't know what this is, but I need to figure it out.

[Back at Home – The Revelation]

Rivaan rushed home, barely aware of the world around him. His thoughts were clouded with the sensation of that raw energy coursing through him, the heat he could barely control. As soon as he got inside, he rushed to his room, slamming the door behind him.

He pulled the book from his bag, flipping through the pages frantically, searching for answers. His eyes widened as he found a section about a power called Light Heat.

The text read:

"Light Heat is a rare and powerful ability, bestowed upon a soul with the potential to wield it. It allows the user to generate beams of light so intense that they can surpass the sun in both heat and speed. This power is rare, appearing only in those destined to play a significant role in the balance of the realms. A fully awakened Light Heat can burn through the toughest of materials, reach unimaginable distances, and move faster than the eye can follow."

Rivaan read through it again, the weight of the words sinking in.

Rivaan (thinking): I can't believe this... Is this my power?

He scrolled down to another section:

"The power of Light Heat, once awakened, is bound to the user's emotional state. It grows stronger with each burst of intense emotion—rage, fear, or desperation. However, uncontrolled use of Light Heat can lead to severe physical damage to the user's body, as the intensity of the beams can overwhelm the user's physical limits."

Rivaan (thinking): So that surge earlier... it was Light Heat. But if it's this powerful, why didn't I feel it earlier?

Rivaan sat back, letting the information settle in his mind. He had been awakened to a power he didn't even know existed, and now he had to learn to control it.

[The Realization]

His thoughts turned to Jilpa.

Rivaan (thinking): Jilpa's power is incredible, but now I've got one that's just as dangerous... If we don't learn how to control them, both of us are going to end up hurting ourselves—or worse.

He stood up and paced around his room, trying to process the magnitude of what had just happened. His fingers tingled, and he glanced at his hand again.

Without thinking, he concentrated on the heat within him, trying to pull it out. A beam of intense, blinding light shot from his hand, crashing into the wall and leaving a charred mark where it hit.

Rivaan (thinking): What the hell... That's so much more powerful than I thought.

He stood frozen, staring at the destruction he had just caused. The heat continued to radiate from his hand, but this time, he took a deep breath and closed his fingers into a fist, forcing the light to dissipate.

Rivaan (thinking): I've got to learn control... I've got to keep this under wraps for now.

He glanced back at the book, realizing that it held more answers—but also more dangers.

Rivaan (thinking): I need to go back to Jilpa. He's dealing with something even worse. Maybe together we can figure out how to control these powers before it's too late.

He closed the book, his mind made up.

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