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In a world where power determines fate, Aarav Mahata is nothing more than an F-rank Balancer—a nobody struggling to survive in the unforgiving streets of Mumbai. Every day is a battle against hunger, against stronger opponents, against a world that doesn’t care if he lives or dies. But when a routine hunt goes horribly wrong, he comes face to face with something beyond comprehension—an ancient force that shouldn’t exist. In the blink of an eye, the balance of his life shifts, and the weakling everyone ignored suddenly becomes an anomaly that shouldn’t be alive.

As whispers of his survival spread, unseen forces begin to take interest. The Order, a powerful faction that governs Balancers, watches from the shadows. Rogue hunters, secret organizations, and enemies he doesn’t even know exist start moving. Aarav is no longer just another weakling—he is something that defies the natural order. With every step forward, he uncovers the truth about his past, the real reason behind his insignificance, and the terrifying secret hidden beneath the city’s neon lights.

But power comes at a cost, and Aarav’s journey is one paved with blood, betrayal, and the weight of something far greater than himself. As he fights to carve his own path, he must answer a question that will define his existence—will he control the balance, or will the balance consume him?

The Order: The choose one

Aarav's fight against the Void Hound, it was beyond anything he had ever faced. He wasn't supposed to win. But something inside him—something ancient, something forbidden—woke up.

Now, he lies in a crater. His body is ruined—bones shattered, muscles torn, vision swimming. But he's alive. And standing over him is Raghav, looking down with that same unreadable smirk.

"You felt it again, didn't you?" Raghav says, his golden eyes gleaming like a wolf that's found its prey.

Aarav barely manages to move his lips. "What… was that?"

Raghav chuckles. "That, my dear rookie, is the reason you're still breathing."

Raghav crouches beside Aarav, resting a hand on his chest.

"Listen closely. What you did in that fight? That wasn't skill. That wasn't training. That was your Aspect."

Aarav's eyes widen. "My… Aspect?"

Raghav leans in. "Everyone has one. Some awaken it through training. Others through trauma. But yours?"

"Yours is something that should not exist."

BOOM—The ground trembles. Aarav's vision flickers, his mind drowning in glimpses of something monstrous, something ancient chained within him.

Black chains. A throne of skulls. A voice whispering his name.

"Your Aspect," Raghav continues, "is different from anything I've ever seen."

Aarav feels it too. The raw, chaotic force bubbling under his skin. Power that was never meant to be his.

Raghav's voice drops to a whisper.

"The Order has rules, kid. Powers like yours… they don't get to live long."

That night, Aarav is barely able to move, confined to the med bay.

A shift in the air. A silent footstep.

A masked assassin looms over his bed, dagger aimed at his throat.

Aarav reacts on pure survival instinct. His body moves before his mind can catch up—

Not from a bomb. Not from a weapon.

Blood rains across the room. The walls are coated in red.

Aarav is still in bed. He never moved.

Raghav arrives, the air crackling with power.

He sees the aftermath. He sees Aarav, sitting up, untouched but surrounded by death.

And for the first time, Raghav's expression changes.

"This isn't a test anymore, kid. The Order will come for you now. You have two choices—"

A slow grin spreads across his face.

Aarav steps out of the med bay, fully healed. His power is still unstable. He can feel it coiling under his skin, something ancient waiting to be unleashed.

They're watching. Waiting. Judging.

Raghav crosses his arms. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Aarav breathes in. His next words will change everything.

Raghav throws his head back and laughs.

Episode 4: The Baptism of Fire