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Abhi turned the knife over in his hands, the weight of responsibility pressing on him. A question nagged at the back of his mind, and he finally voiced it. "Rudra, does our family even know about these symbols and the powers you’ve given them?"
Rudra's expression grew more serious. "No, they don’t. They have no idea about the true nature of these gifts or the powers they hold." Abhi looked startled. "But why? Why keep it a secret from them?" Rudra sighed, his gaze distant as he considered his answer. "Because knowledge of such power can be dangerous if not understood or handled properly. I wanted to protect them, to ensure that they wouldn’t misuse or fear these gifts. But there may come a time when they need to know, when understanding their powers is crucial." Abhi nodded slowly, absorbing this new layer of complexity. "So, in an emergency, I’m supposed to explain all of this to them? The symbols,Related chapters
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