Rivan entered the only closed room on third floor. The room was full of books. Watching them rivan felt it will take time. So he came out and goes to find Diran.
Diran was out of the palace. He was meditating. All 10 weapons were placed as a circle surrounding him. Rivan saw it. He also saw Diran's soul is getting more shiner. That means it is getting all the energy it needs.
Rivan see it and wonder, "Why did I awaken my primal energy only after that trial? Why Diran have it from beginning? Could it be he awakened it in small amount when we were dimensional traveling? And he have only 1% or less, that's why 9 weapons of those heroes choose him. They can probably felt that much energy cause they got used to it through heroes previously. Unlike others. That's why when I get more than 1% of my energy the other weapons choose me automatically. That's only assumption for me. Who knows?"
Rivan saw natural energy also going inside him. Hah! No time to waste I suppose. Let's go inside again.
Rivan goes inside the library again. This time he locked the door from inside. Lights switch on its own. Wind is coming through some windows.
*After 3 days.
Rivan saw through the window. Outside rain was falling. Very sweet mud scent coming from windows. Cold air and everything. If in this time there be cofee and some snacks to eat.
"It won't be bad."
That's when Diran's voice came, "Rivan. I hunt a dear. Let's eat."
For these three days Diran was going to hunting nearby. He hunts take food to eat. But this place is wonderful. Although it is in a small hut. This place have day night, seasons too. Still now they saw rain and snowfall. Whoever no Hajime Naru made it beautifully.
It also have a kitchen. That have all types of rations. Rice, wheet, bajra, daal, seasoning ingredients, masalas. Everything.
In this three days Rivan only completed 1/10 of the books. All related to breathing and cultivation. That gave him more of a brilliant ideas to try. He also gives Diran the books he needs to read.
Cause Diran have 10 different weapons for 10 different energies.
Swordmaster, magician, material artist, shadow user, necromancer, holly and demonic. These are all professions.
For swordmaster it's aura, magician use magic or Magicule, meterial artist use chakra, shadow user use shadow, necromancer use death energy, holly side use purest natural energy, demonic user use pure sin energy.
But that's not the end. There is many types of other energy in nature. But the thing is one human can possess one energy core in body. The core is somewhere the energy gathered and convert.
Some cases like Diran is unique. A core that gather primal energy from soul in body and convert in various energies in need.
But Rivan already passed that state. He is now a meta human. But he didn't try anything till now.
Rivan stands up and goes down. The start to grill that deer. After proper seasoning they start to eat it while looking at rain.
Rivan, "Oi Diran! Whenever I look at these rains I like to listen to some kind of ghost stories. You know vibe match."
Diran, "Yeah! I am already missing them."
Rivan, "Wanna listen to my story."
Diran, "Sure."
Rivan, "There was once a boy who was invited to his friend's sister's wedding. So he naturally went there. But there was a twist. When he was going out of the house he saw a old looking book in a vender's stall. The book was looking old. So curiousity got him and he brought it for 5.
In the train he open it to read it. It was a diary. Diary's writer have the same name as the boy. The diary said that that boy also going to his friend's house to attend a marriage. When he ride on the train, he felt something. Something disgusting. Like it shouldn't be there but it is."
Diran, "then?"
Rivan smiled slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief as the firelight reflected off his face. The rain outside grew heavier, thunder rumbling softly in the distance — as if nature itself was leaning closer to hear the tale.
Rivan continued, "The boy kept reading the diary. Every word matched his current situation. Same train, same seat number, same number of people in his cabin. He even read that an old lady in red sari would enter the next station and sit in front of him."
Diran frowned. "And did it happen?"
Rivan nodded. "Yeah. The very next station, an old lady in a red sari came in. She smiled at him — her teeth yellow, her eyes cloudy but sharp. The boy froze. The diary said — 'She isn't alive anymore.'"
Diran's eyes widened. "Wait, what do you mean? Like a ghost?"
Rivan chuckled. "Exactly. He thought it was a joke, but when he tried to look around, he noticed everyone else in the compartment had gone silent. Their heads slowly turned toward him — eyes blank, white like milk. Then the old lady said, 'You shouldn't have read that book.'"
Diran swallowed hard. The fire crackled.
Outside, lightning flashed — for a moment the forest beyond the window looked alive, shapes moving between the trees.
Rivan continued, his voice calm but slow, deliberate.
"The boy dropped the diary, but when it hit the floor, it vanished. In its place, there was another — newer one. On its first page, it said: 'Your turn.'"
Diran let out a nervous laugh, "Hah… you really made that up just now, didn't you?"
Rivan smiled and shrugged. "Who knows?" He leaned back, sipping from a metal cup. "Sometimes stories are just stories… until they aren't."
A long silence followed, filled only by the sound of rain and sizzling meat.
Diran finally said, "You know… I've been feeling like someone's been watching us here lately."
Rivan froze. His eyes flickered toward the window — the rain had stopped. But the reflection on the glass… it wasn't just theirs.
A faint outline of a third figure stood behind them — tall, featureless, and motionless.
Diran's hand moved slowly toward his sword.
Rivan whispered, "Don't turn."
The fire flickered again.
And when it went out —
Something whispered from behind them,
"Your turn."