From that day onward, life slowly began to change. Aarav started living more freely, taking decisions on his own. Rohan and Aarav grew closer, and their bond became strong. They were adventurous, always exploring the city together.
One day was Rohan's birthday. They organized a small party at home. Friends laughed, music played, and everything felt normal—until a strange metallic sound echoed through the streets.
The ground trembled.
A massive demon appeared in the city, its body covered in metallic armor like a living shield. Each step it took shook the earth. Panic spread everywhere. People screamed and ran. Aarav saw his aunt standing nearby. The demon struck the ground, and the impact threw her away. She fell hard, bleeding.
At that moment, something snapped inside Aarav.
His eyes turned completely black. A dark aura surrounded his body like living smoke. His hands trembled—not with fear, but power. He felt a presence awaken inside him. A void that devoured fear itself.
Aarav jumped high into the air, far higher than any human could. He landed with force and faced the demon head-on. Every movement was precise, fast, and deadly. His punches shattered the demon's armor. The creature tried to fight back, but it was useless.
With one final strike, the demon collapsed—defeated.
The people gathered, staring in disbelief. They had witnessed the birth of a hero.
But Aarav did not want attention.
He climbed onto a tall building and disappeared into the darkness. Rohan watched carefully. Aarav was wearing a hoodie and a cap, hiding his face. Suddenly, the lights on the building began blinking. One by one, the glowing alphabets formed a single word in the sky:
TAMAS
The crowd erupted.
"TAMAS! TAMAS!"
The city had found its hero.