Aryaman's eyes gleamed with a newfound sense of power as he stood in the temple, his mind connected to Kabir's presence. He could feel the dark magic coursing through his veins, tempting him with its strength.
Nalini's eyes watched him with a mixture of fascination and concern. "Aryaman, be careful," she warned. "The dark magic is powerful, but it is also unpredictable. You must learn to control it, or risk losing yourself to its power."
Aryaman's smile was confident. "I can handle it," he said. "I've never felt so alive, so powerful."
With a wave of his hand, Aryaman summoned a blast of dark magic, sending it crashing against the temple walls. The stone shook and trembled, but Aryaman's control was precise, and the magic did not get out of hand.
Nalini's eyes widened in surprise. "You're a natural," she said. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Use the dark magic wisely, Aryaman."
Aryaman's smile was grim. "I will," he said. "I'll use it to take down Kabir's enemies, and to protect the people I care about."
As he spoke, Aryaman felt a strange sensation building inside him. It was as if Kabir's presence was growing stronger, more powerful.
And then, in a flash of insight, Aryaman understood. He realized that Kabir's presence was not just a simple echo of his own mind.
It was a doorway, a portal to a whole new world of power and magic.