Chapter 7: The Weighing of Souls
Sidharth stood at the edge of a vast, golden staircase that spiraled infinitely into the cosmos. Diya clutched his arm, her small fingers digging into his sleeve as they gazed at the ethereal figures floating above them. The air vibrated with an unseen energy, the weight of something ancient pressing upon his very soul.
"Welcome to the Weighing of Souls," a voice boomed from the heavens. An enormous being draped in celestial robes appeared before them. Its face was a shifting mosaic of emotions—joy, sorrow, anger, and peace—blending together like a living painting.
Sidharth felt a chill creep down his spine. "And what exactly does that mean?"
The being extended its hand, and in an instant, an enormous scale materialized before them. One side held a brilliant orb of light, while the other was empty.
"Every soul carries its weight, shaped by karma," the being intoned. "You will step onto the scale, and the balance will determine your trial."
Sidharth's heartbeat quickened. He had faced enemies, fought beasts, and survived deadly puzzles, but this… this was different. This was judgment.
Diya tugged at his sleeve. "Brother… do we have to?"
Before he could answer, the being gestured, and Diya was gently lifted into the air. The scale shimmered, shifting as if whispering its secrets. The moment her feet touched the plate, a soft chime echoed through the void.
A soft chuckle escaped the being's lips. "A pure soul. Unburdened by regret, untouched by the weight of past sins. You may proceed."
Diya was set down gently, and she immediately ran back to Sidharth's side.
Now it was his turn.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the scale, a deep rumble shook the space around them. The orb of light dimmed, and shadows began to swirl around the empty plate.
The celestial being's expression shifted to something unreadable. "Your soul is… heavy."
Sidharth's chest tightened. "What does that mean?"
"It means your past is unresolved. Your karma is a storm, tangled and chaotic. Your actions carry great weight, and so… your trial will be unlike any before."
A blinding light erupted from the scale, and suddenly, the cosmos around them dissolved. Sidharth felt himself falling—no, being pulled—into a space of swirling memories, fragments of lives he could not remember yet felt as if they had always been his.
When he landed, he was no longer in the celestial realm. He stood in a grand hall, lined with mirrors stretching endlessly in every direction. Each mirror reflected a different version of himself—some familiar, some unrecognizable.
A voice, his own yet not, echoed through the chamber. "To move forward, you must face the weight of your past. Step forward, and relive the moments that have shaped you. Only then can you rewrite your karma."
The first mirror flickered. A younger version of himself stared back, a look of guilt etched on his face. In the reflection, Sidharth saw himself standing over a broken console, a shattered VR headset at his feet. He recognized the scene instantly—his childhood, the day he had destroyed his best friend's game in a fit of jealousy.
A shiver ran down his spine. He had forgotten that moment… but karma had not.
He turned to Diya, but she was no longer by his side. He was alone in the hall of reflections, trapped in the echoes of his past.
The trial had begun.