The chamber vibrated with ancient power.
As the Nihang Singhs recited the sacred verses, the air thickened with a presence Arjan had never felt before—strong, pure, and infinitely peaceful. The candles spiraled upward as if the flames bowed in reverence.
The eldest Nihang lifted the glowing bowl of Amrit.
"Arjan Singh," he said, his voice echoing through the chamber,"Do you accept the path of Khalsa with your mind, body, and soul—by your own free will?"
Arjan's heart pounded like thunder, but his voice was steady.
"Yes. I accept."
The Amrit touched his lips.
In that instant—
The world stopped.
Light exploded around him, not blinding but warm, wrapping him like a cloak made of the sun itself. The verses vibrated inside his bones. He felt as if layers of fear, confusion, and weakness were falling away like dust in the wind.
His breath deepened.His vision sharpened.His spirit expanded.
It felt like remembering something ancient he had always known but had forgotten.
The Nihangs continued the ceremony, each moment carving strength and clarity into Arjan's being.
When it was done, he felt reborn.
Not as someone new—but as who he was always meant to be.
The leader placed a hand on his shoulder."From this moment, you are Khalsa. Pure. Fearless. Free."
Arjan bowed his head, overwhelmed.
But something tugged inside him—an instinct, a question rising from deep within.
"What happens now?" he whispered.
The eldest Nihang met his eyes, and for the first time, Arjan saw a trace of a smile beneath the warrior's stern calm.
"Now," he said,"your journey begins."
He led Arjan out of the chamber and into a vast hall where screens flickered with live footage from around the world.
Riots.Collapsed governments.Cities stripped by greed.Communities suffering under crime and corruption.
Arjan's fists tightened.
The Nihang gestured to the screens.
"Humanity is searching for hope. For truth. For courage."
Another Nihang added,"In every nation, there are people—of every belief, every culture—who are ready to stand for justice. They seek discipline. Strength. Fearlessness."
A third stepped forward."They will join the path only if they choose. There is no force in righteousness."
Arjan understood.
The Khalsa was not meant to replace anyone.It was meant to guide, to inspire, to awaken.
A universal code of courage—open to all who wished to walk it.
The leader turned to him."You will not command them. You will not conquer them."
He placed a kirpan in Arjan's hands—beautiful, shining, balanced like a heartbeat.
"You will show them."
Arjan swallowed, feeling its weight and meaning.
"Show them what?" he asked softly.
The Nihang stepped back, letting the golden light of the hall fall across Arjan's face.
"Show them how a single Khalsa," he said,"can change the fate of a broken world."
Arjan felt it then—the calling,the responsibility,the fire.
He was no longer walking alone.
He was walking with history.With destiny.With the spirit of every warrior who had stood for truth.
This was the beginning.
The beginning of the rise of the Future Khalsa.A choice for humanity.A path for those seeking courage.
And Arjan Singh—reborn, awakened, fearless—would be the one to carry the first spark into the world.