The Kid.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked over Mumbai's skyline, Jack, Katrina, and Emma stood on the private helipad of The Oberoi. Jack's jet was already waiting for them, its sleek, futuristic design reflecting the golden hues of dawn.

Jack took a deep breath, taking in the crisp morning air. The temporary calm of the past day had done its job—his mind was sharper, his resolve stronger. He glanced at Katrina and Emma, who stood beside him, both radiating quiet confidence.

"We're heading back," Jack said, his voice firm yet calm. "No more distractions."

The girls nodded. The world was still on edge. The ground had split open, monsters had emerged, and an enemy at Level 1500 had already made his presence known. It was only a matter of time before the next catastrophe struck.

They boarded the private jet, and within minutes, Luxaviation's finest aircraft was slicing through the skies at Mach speeds, racing towards Future Island.