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Faria made a split-second decision, leaving the missile suspended in the air, poised to strike the monster. However, as she realized the monster's tactic to evade the missile by creating a hole within itself, panic surged through her.

"Wait, if it dodges the missile again, it'll hit Dakka 1 City!" Faria's mind raced with the gravity of the situation. Determined not to let disaster strike, she flew back to intercept the missile, gripping it firmly from below.

As they approached the monster, Faria formulated a plan. "If I can hurl it inside the monster, it might just work," she strategized, preparing to execute her daring maneuver. But before she could act, the monster's dark tentacles ensnared her from both sides, immobilizing her as the missile detonated.

Meanwhile, Tamim, having safely healed the injured boy, surveyed the city from a distance. His heart sank as he witnessed the devastation caused by the explosion, realizing Faria was caught in the blast.

"Faria was with the missile," Tamim thought.With a determined resolve, he teleported towards the city, ensuring the boy remained safe.

Upon arrival, Tamim was met with a scene of utter destruction. Amidst the rubble, he spotted a fragment of black fabric and a bloodied shoe. 

As soon as Tamim sees the shoe he realizes it's Farias shoe which she was wearing all this Time. 

As he held the shoe in his hands, a wave of shock and grief washed over Tamim. " Wait, it's a Faria shoe from Faria, as far as I can remember. Does that mean.. "

BSSB Office:

In the dimly lit room, the tension was palpable as all eyes remained fixed on the monitor, capturing the aftermath of the explosion.

"Sir, I think the monster is destroyed. Look, there's nothing left," the controller announced, relief evident in his voice.

"If that's true, thank the heavens we managed to pull it off," Indro replied, his expression weary yet hopeful.

A woman piped up from the corner of the room, her voice filled with gratitude, "That human we saw, if they hadn't intervened, we wouldn't have stood a chance."

"True, but considering they were caught in the explosion, wouldn't they have perished as well?" questioned a man, voicing the unspoken concern lingering in the air.

"I'm not so sure about that. Look, I can spot a human amidst the wreckage," the controller interjected, pointing to a figure on the screen.

"But wait, the clothing doesn't match. The human we saw earlier wore different attire," the woman observed, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"We can ponder over the details later. For now, let's prioritize the search for survivors. Deploy a C-type helicopter to scour the area," Indro instructed, his tone decisive yet compassionate.

"Yes, sir," one of the staffers acknowledged, swiftly making the necessary arrangements to dispatch the rescue team.