Feroz looked at the man standing at the end of the corridor.
He looked ordinary.
Simple white clothes.
No weapon.
No strange energy.
No golden light surrounding him.
Yet his presence felt different.
Calm.
Peaceful.
As if nothing in the world could disturb him.
The man smiled gently.
"My name is Suleiman."
Feroz slowly walked closer.
"You were waiting for me?"
Suleiman nodded.
"Yes."
"How did you know I would come?"
"I didn't."
Feroz looked confused.
"You just said you were waiting."
"I was."
Suleiman smiled again.
"But I didn't know who would arrive."
That answer sounded strange.
Feroz folded his arms.
"So you were waiting for someone."
"Yes."
"But not specifically me."
"Exactly."
Feroz couldn't help smiling.
"You people really like speaking in puzzles."
Suleiman laughed softly.
"No."
"We simply answer the question that is asked."
The corridor became quiet again.
Feroz looked around.
There were no doors.
No windows.
Just stone walls.
"What is this place?"
Suleiman slowly walked toward one wall.
"This is where people learn to see."
Feroz looked around again.
"I can already see."
Suleiman shook his head.
"You can look."
"There is a difference."
Feroz had heard something similar before.
Listening and learning.
Looking and seeing.
Every lesson seemed connected.
Suleiman stopped beside the wall.
He pointed toward it.
"What do you see?"
Feroz looked carefully.
"It's just a wall."
"Look again."
Feroz stepped closer.
The wall looked old.
Small cracks covered the surface.
Nothing unusual.
"I still don't see anything."
Suleiman nodded.
"Good."
Then he reached out and touched the stone.
Immediately—
golden lines spread across the wall.
A picture slowly appeared.
Feroz's eyes widened.
It was the same valley.
The one where he had met Zarqaan.
The place where Vaheen had first appeared.
The picture moved like a memory.
Feroz watched himself standing in front of the strange figure.
He watched Haroon.
Younus.
The Circle.
Everything exactly as it had happened.
Then—
the picture stopped.
At one moment.
The moment when Zarqaan had shouted,
"Focus!"
Suleiman looked at Feroz.
"What do you remember?"
Feroz answered without thinking.
"I remember trying to stay in control."
Suleiman nodded.
"And what else?"
Feroz looked again.
He watched Haroon trying to reach him.
Younus being pushed back.
The strange figure moving closer.
"I remember everyone trying to save me."
Suleiman remained silent.
Then asked,
"Look again."
Feroz frowned.
He focused harder.
This time—
he noticed something he had missed before.
Zarqaan wasn't trying to reach the strange figure.
He wasn't attacking it.
He wasn't attacking Feroz either.
He was watching.
Carefully.
As if he was trying to understand what was happening.
Feroz's eyes narrowed.
"I never noticed that."
Suleiman smiled.
"Most people don't."
Silence filled the corridor.
Then Suleiman spoke again.
"When fear takes control..."
A pause.
"...people stop seeing."
"They only react."
Feroz slowly nodded.
That was true.
At that moment—
he had been too frightened to notice anything around him.
He had only been thinking about surviving.
Suleiman touched the wall once more.
The picture disappeared.
The stone returned to normal.
"Every memory changes."
Feroz looked surprised.
"Changes?"
"Not the event."
"The understanding."
Those words stayed with him.
He had always believed memories remained the same.
But perhaps...
The more someone learned—
the more they understood what had really happened.
Suleiman started walking again.
"Your journey isn't only about becoming stronger."
"It's about seeing clearly."
Feroz quietly followed him.
The corridor slowly became wider.
At the end stood another wooden door.
Unlike the others—
this one had no handle.
Only one symbol.
An eye.
Suleiman stopped before it.
He turned toward Feroz.
"This door won't open because of power."
"It won't open because of your bloodline."
"It won't open because of your destiny."
Feroz looked at the symbol.
"Then how does it open?"
Suleiman smiled.
"It opens..."
"...when you stop looking for what you expect to see."
The eye on the door suddenly began glowing with a soft golden light.
And slowly—
the door started opening on its own.