Can they fix everything?

The deep, silent waters stretched before them like an endless void, swallowing all light except for the eerie glow emanating from the ancient underwater temple. The temple stood like a lost relic of time, its walls adorned with coral, bioluminescent algae, and strange glowing symbols. A sense of power and mystery radiated from it.

Jack, Brock, Rick, Wekin, and Kriti, along with their mythical companions, Gold Horn, Zekrin, Giratus, Pandrull, and Hipeon, floated cautiously at the temple's entrance, feeling a powerful presence watching them.

"Something's here," Brock murmured, his voice barely a whisper against the currents.

As if answering his words, the water stirred violently. A deep hum resonated through the abyss, followed by a low, rumbling voice that sent chills down their spines.

"You are not welcome here."

From the depths, Abyssora emerged.

A colossal serpentine beast, its long, muscular body shimmered with dark blue and teal scales, resembling the night sea itself. Luminescent cyan markings pulsed along its form, and its glowing tendrils swayed like spectral flames. The creature's eyes, piercing and ancient, locked onto them with an intensity that felt suffocating.

Jack swallowed hard. "So this is the guardian?"

"No one may enter the temple unless they prove themselves worthy." Abyssora's voice rumbled through the water like an earthquake in the deep.

Gold Horn stepped forward, his golden antlers gleaming even in the abyss. "Then we will prove it."

Abyssora's lips curled into what might have been a mocking grin. "Foolish land-dwellers."

Without another word, the battle began.

Clash in the Depths

Abyssora moved with blinding speed, its serpentine body twisting like a living current. In a heartbeat, it struck—its massive tail whipping through the water, creating a shockwave that blasted through the group.

Jack, Kriti, and Brock were flung backward, spiraling through the currents.

"Tsunami Wrath."

Abyssora's deep voice resonated as it summoned a massive vortex, a swirling maelstrom of water that began pulling them in.

Zekrin acted first. His mechanical guns clicked into place, and he fired compressed Water Spikes at Abyssora's face.

The spikes struck, but the beast barely flinched.

"You think you can use water against me?" Abyssora snarled, its Abyssal Grasp activating. The water around Zekrin darkened into pure blackness, transforming into liquid tendrils that shot out, gripping Zekrin's legs and dragging him downward.

Gold Horn charged, his golden antlers crackling with power. He aimed straight for Abyssora's core, attempting to pierce through the beast's thick, scaled armor.

But Abyssora's tail lashed out at the last second, intercepting Gold Horn's charge. The impact sent shockwaves through the abyss.

Gold Horn's hooves dug into the water, using pure force to resist being thrown back. The two creatures pushed against each other—one with unmovable strength, the other with unbreakable will.

Abyssora twisted its head and exhaled a cloud of black mist—its Mist Mirage, a disorienting technique that made everything around them blur and shift, distorting vision.

Rick and Wekin, trying to regain control, found their senses failing. The mist made it impossible to tell where Abyssora was.

Then—a sudden attack from behind.

Abyssora's tail wrapped around Wekin's torso, squeezing with crushing strength.

"Wekin!" Kriti screamed, reaching for him.

"Abyssal Depths."

The temperature plummeted, the water growing heavy as Abyssora pulled Wekin into an icy void, an ability that threatened to freeze him solid.

Giratus saw this and acted. The cactus-adorned giraffe swung its long vine-covered neck, sending a barrage of razor-sharp spines hurtling through the water.

The spines pierced Abyssora's tail, forcing it to release Wekin.

Gold Horn seized the opportunity. He surged forward with all his strength, delivering a devastating strike straight to Abyssora's underbelly.

BOOM.

The impact sent a shockwave through the water, making the very ruins tremble.

Abyssora roared in pain—but its eyes burned brighter than ever.

Abyssora's Rage

"You have some fight in you." Abyssora's voice rumbled, "But not enough."

With a mighty thrash, it sent a torrent of water slicing through the battlefield. The wave slammed into Giratus and Zekrin, sending them crashing into the seabed.

Then, turning with frightening speed, Abyssora focused on Gold Horn.

"Let's see how strong you really are."

It lunged, its glowing fangs bared, ready to tear into Gold Horn's throat.

Gold Horn barely dodged. The abyssal beast's teeth grazed his shoulder, sending pain searing through his body.

But Gold Horn didn't hesitate.

With all his might, he lashed out, striking Abyssora directly in the jaw with a powerful kick.

Abyssora reeled back, stunned.

Jack saw their chance.

"NOW!"

Brock, Wekin, and Kriti swam forward, attacking together. Punches, kicks, and sheer willpower—they struck as hard as they could.

Zekrin, regaining balance, fired another barrage of Water Spikes, aiming for Abyssora's glowing weak spots.

Giratus sent thousands of razor-sharp vines wrapping around Abyssora's body, locking it in place.

Gold Horn, now radiating golden energy, gathered every ounce of his power.

His antlers blazed like the sun as he charged one final time.

"Golden Horn Impact!"

The collision was catastrophic.

Gold Horn's horns pierced Abyssora's chest, sending a shockwave so powerful that the entire sea trembled.

Abyssora let out a deep, gurgling roar as the force of the impact sent it hurtling backward, crashing into the ruins.

For a long moment, silence filled the ocean.

Then, Abyssora stirred.

It didn't attack.

Instead, it… laughed.

The deep chuckle rumbled through the water.

"You…" Abyssora's glowing cyan eyes dimmed slightly, but now they held something new—respect.

"You have proven yourselves."

The water calmed. The black mist dissolved. The abyssal currents settled.

Abyssora slowly coiled its long body, giving them space to pass.

Jack, panting, floated in place, staring at the guardian of the abyss.

"So… does this mean we can go in?"

Abyssora dipped its head in acknowledgment.

"You have earned the right to enter the temple. But beware—greater trials await inside."

With that, the guardian of the abyss disappeared into the shadows, retreating to its eternal watch.

The group, exhausted yet victorious, stared at the now open entrance of the underwater temple.

Gold Horn snorted, shaking off the last remnants of the battle. "We won."

Wekin grinned. "And now, we find the beacon."

Jack took a deep breath, staring into the darkness of the temple's interior.

"Let's finish what we started."

The scene changes to drevid he was confused, he was not hipnotised anymore like he was last time.Drevid strolled through the city streets, hands in his pockets, chewing on a toothpick like he had no worries in the world. But inside? Oh, he had plenty. The jungle had taken his brother, and he wasn't the kind of guy to let something like that slide. That cursed place owed him. Big time.

But Drevid wasn't an idiot. He wasn't just going to march back in like some action movie hero and get himself killed. No. This time, he was going in prepared—with the best weapons, the best tech, and a plan so solid even the jungle itself would think twice before messing with him.

He just needed a few things first.

And that's how he ended up here—standing in front of his gang, watching as they held someone hostage.

Drevid tilted his head, unimpressed. "Yo, what's this?"

One of his men stepped forward. "Boss, we caught her sneakin' around. Might be trouble."

Drevid let out a slow sigh. "Lemme guess." He crouched down, looking at the girl's face. "Nikki."

Nikki, sitting on the ground with her hands tied, scowled. "Took you long enough to recognize me, dumbass."

Drevid grinned. "Still got that sharp tongue, huh?" He glanced at his men. "Let her go."

His gang hesitated. "Uh… Boss?"

Drevid shot them a look. "Did I stutter?"

Immediately, they scrambled to untie Nikki, stepping back as she got to her feet and dusted herself off.

"Man, you guys are as useless as ever," Nikki muttered. Then she turned to Drevid, her eyes serious. "We need to talk."

Drevid smirked. "Talkin' ain't really my thing, sweetheart."

"Yeah? Well, neither is dying, but you still manage to do that every time you step into that jungle," Nikki shot back.

Drevid's grin widened. "Damn, I forgot how much I like your attitude."

Nikki rolled her eyes. "Shut up and listen. You wanna go back to that jungle, right?"

Drevid's smirk faded. "…Yeah."

"Then we need to do this right. No more running in blind. We go in with a plan, with weapons, with actual preparation," Nikki said. "And for that, we need someone who can get us the best gear."

Drevid groaned. "Don't tell me—"

"Yeah," Nikki said, smirking. "We're going to see the scientist."

Few minutes later

Drevid and Nikki walked into the underground lab, where the city's most advanced tech was hidden away.

The place looked like a warzone. Papers everywhere, half-broken machines sparking in the corners, and in the middle of it all stood The Scientist.

A man who looked like he hadn't slept in a decade.

If you didn't remember scientist, wait how didn't you remember scientist, he is the one who sends so many people to the jungle for research.

The moment he saw Drevid and Nikki, he groaned so loudly it echoed through the room.

"Oh, come ON," the scientist said, rubbing his face. "I just got rid of you two!"

Drevid grinned. "Miss me?"

The scientist shot him a look so filled with exhaustion it could've killed a weaker man. "No. Absolutely not."

"Well, too bad," Nikki said, leaning against a desk. "Because we're back."

"And we need weapons," Drevid added.

The scientist pinched the bridge of his nose. "The last time I gave you weapons, you blew up an entire building."

Drevid replied "I don't know what you're talking about"

The scientist replied "the last time nikki asked me for a weapon, I don't know where you were that time"

"Technically, that was Nikki," Drevid said, pointing at her.

"Oh, shut up," Nikki muttered.

The scientist sighed. "No. No way. I am NOT giving you more tech just so you can cause chaos again."

Drevid smirked. "Alright, fine. Guess I'll just have to tell the city's authorities about that little 'accident' involving your top-secret robot—"

"Don't you DARE," the scientist growled.

Drevid's smirk grew. "Then hand over the weapons, nerd."

The scientist groaned, muttered something about how he hated his life, and then stormed over to a locked cabinet. With a few quick presses of a code, the cabinet swung open, revealing an arsenal of high-tech weaponry.

Drevid's eyes practically sparkled. "Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!"

The scientist crossed his arms. "You take these, you LEAVE, and I never see you again."

"No promises," Drevid said, already grabbing everything he could.

The Gear Up

The first weapon the scientist handed them was a Hypercharge Plasma Rifle.

"This thing can burn through solid steel," the scientist said. "Handle it with care."

Drevid took it, aimed it at the ceiling, and fired. A huge hole appeared.

The scientist stared. "You are the reason I have anxiety."

Next, the scientist gave Nikki a pair of Impact Gloves.

"These will increase your strength by five times," he explained.

Nikki tested them by punching a metal wall. The wall collapsed.

Drevid whistled. "Damn, remind me to never make you mad."

The scientist groaned. "I already regret this."

Then came the Shockwave Grenades, Tactical Drones, and a Stealth Cloak.

Drevid grabbed the cloak immediately. "Oh yeah, I'm keepin' this one."

Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Stealth? You? You're about as quiet as a gunfight in a library."

Drevid smirked. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

The scientist sighed. "I'm going to regret this. Again."

One Last Thing

Just as they were about to leave, the scientist called out.

"Wait."

Drevid and Nikki turned.

The scientist hesitated, then said, "If you find anything about the last team we sent… let me know."

Drevid and Nikki exchanged looks.

"Yeah," Nikki said. "We will."

And with that, they walked out—geared up, ready for war, and probably about to cause absolute chaos.Drevid and Nikki stepped out of the scientist's underground headquarters, their new high-tech weapons strapped to their backs. They were geared up, ready for action, feeling unstoppable—until reality hit them.

Their car was completely out of petrol.

Nikki groaned. "Great. Now what?"

Drevid smirked, rolling his shoulders like he had everything under control. "Watch and learn, kid."

She crossed her arms. "I swear, if this is another one of your dumb ideas—"

But Drevid was already walking onto the road, spotting an approaching car.

As the vehicle got closer, Drevid made his move. With perfect timing, he stepped right in front of it, forcing the driver to slam the brakes with a loud screech. Then, with the smoothness of a gangster in an action movie, he lifted his foot and planted it right on the car's bonnet like he owned the thing.

Leaning down toward the driver's window, he smirked. "Alright, listen up, bastard. I need your car. Get out. Now."

The driver—a middle-aged south Indian man —looked at Drevid like he had just asked for his soul.

Then, without a word, the man reached out and slapped Drevid across the face.

HARD.

The sound echoed through the street. A bird in the distance stopped chirping. Somewhere, a gangster lost his reputation.

Drevid just stood there, completely silent, his mouth slightly open, his soul leaving his body.

Nikki, who had been watching the whole thing, burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, that was amazing!" she wheezed. "Drevid, you good?"

Drevid said nothing.

She walked up to the car, wiping away a tear of laughter. She leaned down toward the driver and, in the sweetest voice possible, said, "Uncle, can you please give us a lift? Please, uncle?"

The driver, his expression softening, smiled. "Of course, kid. Hop in."

As they got into the car, the man shook his head. "Such a well-mannered girl. But your friend—he has no manners at all."

Drevid, still holding his cheek, just stared out of the window.As the car rolled down the road, the middle-aged uncle glanced at his passengers through the rearview mirror. "So, what are your names?"

Nikki smiled. "I'm Nikki."

The man nodded, then turned to Drevid. "And you, non-mannered boy?"

Drevid, still fuming from earlier, smirked. "I'm your death."

Nikki immediately smacked the back of his head. "Drevid! Behave!"

The man chuckled. "You kids these days. So aggressive. Anyway, my name is Aiyer."

Nikki nodded. "Oh, Aiyer."

The man corrected, "Bedugopal Aiyer."

"Oh, Bedugopal Aiyer."

The man smiled. "Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid's left eye twitched. Nikki's smile froze.

The man continued, "Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid leaned his head against the window, regret sinking in.

"Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Nikki facepalmed. Drevid exhaled sharply, already done with life.

"Yekke Param Pile Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid banged his forehead against the glass.

"Triche Palli Yekke Param Pile Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Nikki clenched her fists.

"Shri Nivasaral Triche Palli Yekke Param Pile Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid started whispering prayers.

The man, completely ignoring their reactions, proudly continued:

"Rajashekhar Ana Shri Nivasaral Yekke Param Pile Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid groaned.

"Shivavyenkata Rajashekhar Ana Shri Nivasaral Yekke Param Pile Parambadur Chinne Saumi Mutto Saumi Bedugopal Aiyer."

Drevid snapped.

"SHUT UP!" he shouted. "We don't want to go with you! No! No! NO!"

The man looked confused. "But why?"

"But WHY?!" Drevid repeated, eyes wild. "Your NAME is longer than my patience! Shut up!"

The man, now slightly offended, frowned. "But this is just my pet name."

Drevid's soul left his body.

Nikki, equally horrified, whispered, "If this is your pet name… then what's your actual name?"

The man took a deep breath. "Let me tell ya—"

"SHUT UP!" Drevid jumped out of the car. "Nikki, GET OUT!"

Nikki immediately followed, slamming the door shut behind her.

As they stood on the roadside, watching the car drive away, Drevid took a deep breath, turned to Nikki, and said:

"Who the hell named him"

few minutes later, Drevid was speeding through the roads, looking smug.

"See? Problem solved," he said.

Nikki glanced around. "Uh, Drevid… where are we?"

Drevid blinked. They were lost.

Luckily, Nikki noticed a GPS system on the car's dashboard. She pressed the power button.

"Hello! Please select your language: English, Hindi, or Genglish."

Both of them stared.

Drevid frowned. "What the hell is Genglish?"

Before Nikki could guess, the GPS answered itself.

"Genglish means Gen Z English, my guy."

Drevid flinched. "Why does this thing talk like a TikTok comment?"

Nikki giggled. "Let's try it!"

"NO," Drevid immediately said.

"YES."

"NO."

Before the argument could drag, Nikki pressed the Genglish button.

Suddenly, the GPS BLASTED through the speakers—

"YO YO YO, WHAT'S UP SIGMA BOYS?"

Drevid almost crashed the car.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he shouted.

The GPS continued, "Grindset activated. Lemme cook. Where we droppin', bruh?"

Drevid held his head in pain. "I HATE THIS ALREADY."

Nikki was dying of laughter.

Still laughing, she asked, "Take us to the Majestic Jungle."

The GPS thought for a second.

"Aight, say less. Processing… processing… Y'ALL ARE LOST ASF, LMAO."

Drevid punched the screen.

"Ayo chill, big bro! That's mad unspoken-rizz behavior."

Nikki was crying with laughter at this point.

Drevid screamed in frustration. "JUST LEAD US TO THE DAMN JUNGLE!"

"Bet. Turn left in 200 meters, bruh. Don't fumble the bag."

Drevid groaned. "I swear I'm gonna kill this thing."

As they followed the GPS, it continued torturing Drevid:

"Ayo, turn up the AC, I'm feelin' a lil NPC heatstroke."

"Damn, bruh, your driving is straight-up DOOKIE."

"Why you so mad, bro? You get no bitches or sum?"

Drevid snapped. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"

The GPS gasped.

"Yo, did he just say a slur?"

Nikki was WHEEZING.

Drevid took a deep breath, trying to calm his boiling rage.

"Alright, whatever. Let's just follow the damn directions before I lose my mind."

The GPS chirped cheerfully:

"Good choice, my G. Stay on the grind. Now, take a sharp right in 100 meters."

Drevid gritted his teeth. "If this thing says 'grind' one more time, I'm gonna grind its motherboard into dust."

Nikki chuckled. "Come on, Drevid. It's kinda funny."

Drevid turned the steering wheel, following the GPS.

"Ayo, nice turn, my guy. That's some top-tier racetrack energy. Lowkey kinda mid, but we move."

Drevid's eye twitched.

Nikki was laughing again.

The GPS continued:

"Alright, listen up, speed demons. In one kilometer, you're gonna see a fork in the road. Take the left one, unless you're feelin' quirky, then take the right and see what happens. No cap."

Drevid sighed aggressively. "Do you WANT us to die?!"

"Nah, bro, just tryna make life interesting. Unlike your driving, which is dry as hell."

Drevid slammed his forehead on the steering wheel. "I swear, I am two seconds away from committing a felony against this GPS."

Nikki, barely able to breathe from laughing, wiped her tears.

"I think I love this thing."

The GPS perked up.

"Ayy, someone appreciates me! Nikki, you're the GOAT. Drevid, you're a certified hater."

Drevid flipped off the GPS screen.

The GPS gasped dramatically.

"Damn. Imagine bein' this mad at a GPS. Touch grass, bro."

Drevid punched the steering wheel. "SHUT UP!"

The GPS ignored him completely.

"Aight, listen up. Two more turns and y'all are at the Majestic Jungle. Unless you crash before that, Drevid, 'cause your reflexes are lookin' kinda weak, no offense."

Drevid took his hands off the wheel for a second and looked at Nikki.

"Nikki. I'm gonna kill it."

The GPS spoke again.

"Try me, bruh. I'm built different."

Nikki was in tears from laughing so much

As they drove along, following the GPS's instructions, everything seemed to be going smoothly—until they hit an ocean.

Drevid slammed the brakes so hard that Nikki almost launched forward.

Drevid pointed at the endless water ahead. "What the heck? It's an ocean!"

The GPS casually responded, "Yup, bros. Now swim all 200 km so the 200 km drive gets reduced."

Drevid's eye twitched. "I… I can't take this anymore. I need a brick."

Nikki frowned. "A brick? For what?"

Drevid's hands shook with rage. "I'll smash this stupid GPS!"

The GPS, in its usual calm tone, replied, "From right here, 3 km ahead, you will find a brick."

Drevid's patience finally snapped. "SHUT UP!" he screamed, ripping the GPS from the dashboard. With one swift motion, he smashed it against the dashboard and hurled it out of the window.

The GPS tumbled away, bouncing on the ground. Just before it was too far to hear, it let out one final robotic sentence—

"Error 404, sigma energy not found."

Drevid and Nikki sat in silence for a moment.

Nikki turned to him. "Feel better?"

Drevid crossed his arms. "A little."

Just as Drevid and Nikki stood by the ocean, wondering what to do next, one of Drevid's gang members suddenly arrived in style, pulling up with two private planes. The man stepped out, adjusting his sunglasses and grinning. "Boss, let's go! We're heading to the jungle."

Without wasting a second, Drevid and Nikki rushed aboard the plane, accompanied by a skilled pilot. As soon as they took off, the world beneath them blurred into a mix of blue and green. The city disappeared behind them, and within a few hours, they had reached the outskirts of the Majestic Jungle.

But then—disaster struck.

Out of nowhere, a Rapteagle—the same terrifying bird that had attacked Drevid last time—swooped toward them with piercing eyes and razor-sharp talons.

Nikki, who had never been to this jungle before, gasped in horror. But Drevid? He clenched his fists and growled, "Not again!"

The pilot took one look at the monstrous bird—and passed out cold.

Drevid and Nikki panicked. The helicopter lurched as the unconscious pilot slumped forward. The Rapteagle screeched and dived toward them. Without thinking, Drevid grabbed the mechanical gun the scientist had given him and fired a rapid burst of shots. The bullets struck the Rapteagle, making it shriek and veer off-course.

But the danger wasn't over—because their pilot was still unconscious.

The helicopter began to spiral downward, shaking violently. Drevid grabbed the controls, but he had no clue how to fly a plane. Nikki screamed"