"What are you thinking, Siya?"
George's voice echoed through the chamber, low yet sharp. "In the end… who is the real Jate?"
Siya did not answer immediately. Her eyes were fixed on the dimly glowing floor, where cracks of energy pulsed like a living heartbeat.
"I don't know who the real Jate is," she finally said, her voice steady but heavy. "But you will help me identify him. One Jate is no longer part of this world. So now the question is— the Jate who still exists here… is he real, or is he fake?"
George listened silently.
"If the real Jate is Robert Williams," Siya continued, "then he never truly died, and the goodness within him never awakened. And if the real Jate was the one who stayed with us… then he didn't die either—but he did good deeds. Yes, it's possible that even those were an act, a carefully crafted illusion." She paused, then added slowly, "But there's another question in my mind. As you once said—if he wasn't just one… are you telling me that Jate doesn't have only two versions, but many?"
George smiled faintly, a smile that held more secrets than answers.
"That," he said calmly, "is for you to find out."
Siya clenched her jaw. "Then tell me this at least— is there any other way to kill that Rakta-Beej? Any way besides going inside him?"
George laughed softly. "Siya… are you really asking me for a way now?"
She turned sharply toward him. "You were watching everything from the shadows. It's obvious you must know another way to kill him."
"Just because I know," George replied, "doesn't mean I'll tell you everything."
Siya stepped closer, her aura shifting, pressure filling the air. "How can you not tell me? You are my creation. You will move at my command—and if needed, you will die again. Unless you want to experience that same pain once more… speak."
George's smile vanished. After a brief silence, he sighed.
"Fine. I'll tell you. There is no need to enter his body to destroy him. At the back of his neck, there is a tiny hollow—a narrow opening. You only need to ignite fire there. Once that happens, his force field will collapse, and he will be finished."
Siya's eyes narrowed. "And you think reaching there will be difficult?"
"To reach there," George said cautiously, "he must allow you to come close. Otherwise, you'll be the one who dies."
Siya let out a cold, humorless breath. "You're joking. You know very well it won't take me long to kill him. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of? Or do I need to remind you again?"
George's face tightened with fear. "That's not what I meant. What I mean is— if you try to get close, his sense of smell will detect you immediately. The moment he senses you nearby, he will release radiation from his body at such intensity that your body will begin to freeze. You won't be able to move. Your flesh could start disintegrating on its own. And don't forget— even though you possess divine powers, your body is not divine. It is still human."
For a moment, silence filled the room.
"I'll still take the risk," Siya said firmly. "He must be killed. If not, he will reach here… and the remaining innocents will become his prey."
She turned, issuing commands without hesitation. "Ali will come with me. Andy, you stay here and arrange our halt. From now on, this will be our base of operations. Create a place using your remaining power that is completely hidden."
She looked toward Clara. "Clara, you will prepare the space with the help of andy. And andy get ready to awaken the Ashta Chakras. Begin by activating your Muladhara and Swadhisthana chakras. Once they awaken, your powers will begin to return."
Andy hesitated. "And what about him, Siya?"
Siya's gaze shifted to George—cold, controlled, merciless.
"He is bound to me. If he tries to escape, the restraint device on his wrist will inflict the pain of a hundred deaths at once."
She then turned to Ali. "Ali, come. You must begin your discipline as well. From this moment, I won't need your physical form. Reduce yourself. Awaken within my hair and attempt to activate your Muladhara and Swadhisthana chakras. When I need your help, you will feel it."
Ali nodded silently, accepting the command without question.
As the preparations began, Siya stood alone for a moment. The questions still burned within her—How many Jates truly exist?
Which one is real?
And most dangerously—what if the truth is far more horrifying than she imagined?
The battle ahead was no longer just against a monster.
It was against identity, deception… and fate itself.