The biting cold of the Himalayan winds tore through Shiva’s robes as he ascended the jagged cliffs. The path ahead was treacherous, but he did not waver. He had been sent here by Guruji on a mission that would test not only his endurance but his very soul.

  Deep within the heart of the mountains, concealed by time and myth, lay the sacred temple that held the key to his next trial. The whispers of ancient sages spoke of a power slumbering within—a force untouched by darkness, waiting for the one who was worthy.

  Shiva’s breath came in ragged bursts as he pressed onward, the weight of expectation heavy upon him. Every step felt like a battle, yet he welcomed the pain. His body, though aching, burned with determination. He would not let Dev’s darkness consume the world.

  A sudden tremor beneath his feet forced him to halt. The ground cracked, and from the depths of the icy terrain, spectral figures emerged, their eyes glowing with an ethereal blue light. Guardians of the forgotten temple. They had been waiting.

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  One of them stepped forward, its voice echoing like wind through a canyon. “To pass, you must face your greatest fear.”

  Shiva clenched his fists. He had no fear of pain or death, but as he gazed into the phantom’s eyes, a shadow stirred within him—doubt.

  Images of Dev’s growing power flashed before him. The weight of his destiny pressed down on him like an unmovable boulder. Could he truly stand against a force so immense? Could he wield the power necessary to protect the world without becoming consumed by it?

  The specters lunged, their movements fluid as mist. Shiva’s instincts took over, and he met them with a warrior’s grace, dodging and striking with precision. But these were no ordinary foes. They mirrored his own movements, countering him effortlessly.

  His frustration built, but then—he understood. This was not a battle of strength. It was a battle of will. He stopped attacking. He stood firm, closing his eyes, silencing the storm in his mind.

  The specters hesitated. The air around him shifted. And then, one by one, they faded into the wind.

  A golden glow spread across the cliffs as the entrance to the temple revealed itself. Shiva stepped forward, unafraid. He had conquered his doubt. And now, he would claim the power that awaited him within.

  The Mountain had answered his call.