Many times, we feel that if only we had superpowers, we would be special—that everything in life would become easy. But we forget that we already possess superpowers, the ones that make us truly extraordinary.
The superpower that teaches us how to live.
The superpower that teaches us how to fight.
The superpower that teaches us humanity.
Yes, you are special compared to animals, trees, and birds—because you can speak, you can walk, you can think and understand.
So will you still say that you don't have any superpowers?
Ali still knew nothing about the boy. He turned to Siya and said seriously,
"Boss, are you sure this child is safe for us? What if he's part of some conspiracy?"
Siya replied calmly, "No, Ali. I can read the emotions of his mind. He's innocent—just wandering around in search of food. But the question is whether he's a mutant, a Screever… or truly a Mystic Soul."
Ali thought for a moment and said, "He doesn't look like a Screever. Screevers are half metal. If he were a mutant, there would be wounds or infection marks on his body—and mutants can't think or speak clearly. I believe he really is a Mystic Soul. But then… does that mean the Supreme One created him too?"
Siya said thoughtfully, "To know the truth, I'll need to enter deep meditation. For now, let's go back. Andy and Clara must have finished their work by now."
Ali hesitated. "Should we take him with us?"
Both of them looked at Maan, who was staring at them with wide, innocent eyes.
Siya smiled softly. "Yes. Let's assume he's our lost fragment. He just needs proper training. One day, he'll become a trained Mystic Soldier."
Ali gestured for Maan to come closer. Siya asked Maan to close his eyes.
The moment he opened them again, they were standing at the base of the Dronagiri mountain.
Seeing teleportation with his own eyes, Maan was stunned. His excitement overflowed.
"Wow, sister! You're amazing!"
Siya laughed. "You can become amazing too, Maan. Come, let's go up."
As they ascended, Siya called out to Andy through her inner consciousness. Instantly, she sensed it—Andy had awakened both of his chakras.
Andy's voice echoed back, You're here, Siya.
"Yes," Siya replied mentally. "I'm on the mountain. But how will we find the secret base you built?"
Andy answered, Clench your fist, touch both your thumbs together, and call out 'Mystic Cave' in your mind.
Siya did exactly that. Before her, a massive door appeared—misty, pale white, almost unreal. The door opened silently. She motioned everyone to step inside.
The moment they entered, the door vanished and sealed itself.
The sight inside was exactly as Siya had imagined—high-tech, fortified with countless energies, as strong as it was beautiful. It looked like a modern glass palace infused with divine power.
They walked further until they reached the control room. Clara was already there, checking the systems. A giant screen displayed the entire world—any corner, any place, visible at will. They could even hear voices of people if needed.
"Where's Andy?" Siya asked. "He must be exhausted after building all this."
Clara nodded. "Yes, this base consumed a lot of his energy. He built it after awakening his chakras. He's inside—finishing a few remaining details."
Siya went to him. Andy looked weak, drained. She held his arms and said firmly,
"Come. Sit down."
Andy tried to argue. "Just a little more, and this cave will become unbreakable—no force will ever move it."
Siya's voice hardened. "Sit. Now. Ali can handle the rest."
She made him sit calmly and asked him to close his eyes. Placing her hand on his head, Siya searched deep within him. After a while, both opened their eyes.
Ali asked anxiously, "Boss… what is it? Is Andy not okay?"
Siya replied gravely, "Something's wrong inside his body. Perhaps when we fought the Screevers, Andy was scratched—or he inhaled toxic gas released from their bodies. His body has weakened badly. After awakening two chakras, his face should have been glowing—but instead, it looks pale and sunken."
Ali's voice trembled. "Is there any way to heal him? Will this get worse?"
Siya nodded slowly. "Yes. If untreated, Andy's body will decay and melt—just like the humans whose bodies we altered. His body is still human, vulnerable to injury and disease. There is one way to save him… and it lies somewhere on this very mountain."
Clara asked urgently, "What way, Siya?"
"This mountain is extraordinary," Siya said. "Ancient texts mention it. It's also known as the Sanjeevani Mountain. In this age, we won't find the herb on the surface—but legends say that deep inside the mountain, the Sanjeevani transforms into Amrit, glowing with divine light."
Clara frowned. "But if it's not visible, how will we find it?"
"It's not just a story," Siya replied firmly. "There's evidence. Though everything here seems dead, life still exists. Small patches of living plants survive. We must find the place where the Amrit-form Sanjeevani rests."
"Will you find it?" Ali asked.
"Yes," Siya said. "For now, let Andy rest. I'll transfer some divine energy to him—just enough to stabilize his body. You all go to the control room."
They left. Light began to seep through the edges of the door.
Maan stood there, overwhelmed, as if dreaming. He whispered to Ali,
"Brother… am I dreaming? Or am I in another world?"
Only now did Clara really notice the boy.
"Who's our new guest?" she asked.
Ali replied, "He helped us fight Raktabeeja. Siya found him stealing food in a wasteland. He might be a Mystic Soul too."
Clara looked at him in surprise. "What's your name, child?"
"I'm Maan," he said proudly. "And I'm not a child—I'm nineteen. By the way, what's your name, pretty sister?"
Clara smiled at his mischievous innocence. "My name is Clara."
"That's a nice name," Maan said sincerely.
Clara turned to Ali. "You said 'maybe'—even Siya isn't sure about him?"
Ali nodded. "Yes. But one thing's certain—he's no threat."
Maan looked at Clara with pleading eyes. "Pretty sister… can I have a little food? Just a little. I haven't eaten for two days."
Ali and Andy fell silent, shaken by the boy's condition.
"Of course," Clara said gently. "Come with me."
After they left, the glow from the door slowly faded. The door opened softly…