THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE AFTERMATH-III

The old man leaves Moksh alone there to train with the plough- 'HALAYUDHA', and he tries multiple to move that thing, but it is futile; it didn't even flinch a bit, feeling defeated and sat down on the ground stared the plough. After a while, he came up with an idea, and he stood up again, warmed a bit and held the plough again; this time, he concentrated the Aura on the hands and legs to create a strong base. He gave all his might to move the plough, but this time it toted, and Moksh was able to drag that plough for mere 5 seconds; after that, he passed out on the grounds.

After 15 hours

Moksh opened his eyes, and he couldn't get the outside time about what was happening outside; he was hungry and thirsty at that time and moved his eyes after while found a large bag and went towards the bag and saw inside. he was startled to see these things there were more than 80 cup noodles and more than 90 water bottles even some 30 biscuit packets. He was happy after seeing these supplies, but he realised something and shouted after a few minutes, "Damn! You old man, how could he expect me to boil water for cup noodles?!" He got demotivated after some time, and an idea struck his brain 'wait for a second, I could create heat if I did it perfectly.' He wondered and took a cup of noodles and poured water into it. The idea behind this was on the principle of 'EXOTHERMIC REACTION', which uses oxygen to create fire for combustion, but this idea was too dangerous as he was under the earth if he lit the fire here. The surrounding oxygen will deplete, and he has to find another way to remember the concept of specific heat capacity if he applies the idea flawlessly.

Firstly he raised the body's temperature with the help of Aura, and the Aura rushed into his blood veins which made his body extremely hot, and his heart was pounding so fast that it could burst at any time. Moksh thought, 'I need to transfer this heat energy, but this energy is so hot I should keep the substance of the material; it's nothing more than a fragile plastic. I have to adjust the amount of energy to apply to the object and calculate the specific heat using the formula.

Q=mc(del)T.'

Moksh calculated it mentally, adjusted the heat temperature output, started transferring it, and saw the water boiling in the cup, but he overdid it, and the whole container melted; the whole hot noodles got on his hands. He got irritated and sat in the corner, and after a while, he just drank the water and tore a pack of biscuits and ate it and sat there silently and stared at the plough. This time he tried the same trick again of concentrating Aura, but he used that heat generation method, which made his body's Arteries and lung's capacity expand, increasing his endurance level.

This time he dragged the plough and moved it for more than 27 cm, and it was a huge accomplishment for him; he got tired and sat on the ground huffing and puffing, he repeated the same steps again and again.

20 days later

Moksh could drag the plough more progressively now; still, he couldn't lift that plough a bit. He noticed a change in himself, and his arms and legs are more incredible now even without the use of Aura and were able to drag the plough. Moksh got covered in oil and sweat; he smelled like a dead rat and 'What's the matter why can't I able to lift that damn plough, Where am I going wrong? my body is far better than before even I could make holes in boulders with bare hands. Moksh glanced at the cave wall was filled with thousands of holes done by him; he just sat there in despair, staring at the plough. He remembered something cruel, the death of Aardhya, and murmured, "because of me... you died Aardhya." Suddenly he heard a voice "Why are you blaming yourself...?" He lifted the head to see who was speaking with teary eyes and could see a figure named Aardhya. Moksh stood instantly and couldn't believe his eyes and spoke, "Is it you, Aardhya?" She laughed and said, "I'm already gone, Moksh. I'm attached to you, and I'll always help you."

He couldn't understand what she was saying "let me explain I'm soul form of the body when you lost your emotional self, and you absorbed my physical self and spiritual self." Moksh said, "It means you're attached to my body?!" She nodded, and he tried to hug her, but it was futile as she didn't have any physical body. Aardhya said, "don't feel low; the reason why you aren't able to lift that thing is that you don't have the will to raise it." He was confused and furious. "What?! I don't have the will; if I don't have willpower, I won't have survived this rotten shithole." She said, "you're forcing yourself that's no will; the will comes from the bottom of the heart Moksh," Aardhya said this and disappeared. He listened to those words saw her vanishing; he gathered his courage and held the plough again after a while. This time Moksh thought, 'What is my valid will? Is it revenge? No, it is for Aardhya's death. Is it protection for my parents? no

WHAT IS IT THEN!!?' Moksh's mind suddenly rushed with memories of his past 23 years and screamed with a maniac expression, "I desire POWER! I desire REVENGE! I desire SUPERIORITY!

I DESIRE TO TRAMPLE OVER EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!!"

He lifted the legendary plough 'Halayudha.' The pressure of the plough is now, even more; it was close to even shattering his arms. The ground got destroyed, and tremendous waves even shook the main landmass of whole Delhi, and the old man was sipping his tea; he felt those tremors and mumbled smilingly, "you did it, boy..." Mokksh's body was almost in shreds; he was spewing blood even his eardrums got burst, and he murmured, "I did it..." and passed out.

15 days later

Moksh opened his eyes, and there were still stinging pain in his body. He was so thirsty and hungry that he drank more than six water bottles in a single seating and ate more than 10 cups of noodles. After quenching his thirst and hunger, he just sat and meditated to heal his body's internal injuries and pains by meditating and circulating the Aura. After a complete meditation of 40 minutes, he opened his eyes and felt energised and held the plough again to lift but surprisingly, it didn't feel that heavy, and he started creating furrows as said by the old man.

Moksh started digging; still, it was tiring for him as it drained too much of his energy, and he did this every day from now on.

After 25 days

He successfully dug the furrows over the whole ground, and there were only 2 cups of noodles left and one water bottle; his appetite increased a lot between these 25 days. Moksh's entire body had undergone a drastic transformation; his body was more refined sturdier, and stronger even his mindset had reformed, and he wondered, 'let's move from this shithole.' In a single jump, he smashed through the stone walls and created a massive hole; when he came outside to the surface, it was night time "Ah! Outside air feels nice. I haven't thought Delhi's air would feel so nice to breathe." While he was feeling the vibe of the surroundings and suddenly heard a voice, "It seemed you have changed Moksh" it was the old man's voice. "Indeed I am. I felt much better now," he replied, and the old man noticed the expression on his face are changed; he saw the dead and hopeless eyes of Moksh; his timid, dull and inferiority complex are brimming with brightness arrogance with a sense of superiority even his composure changed too.

"So I can now start my voyage isn't it?" Moksh said