chapter 8

The silence of the dark night wraps around everything like a suffocating cloak. Rudra, cloaked in black, walks alone, his every step purposeful and deliberate, toward an uncertain destination. His face carries the weight of sorrow, yet his eyes burn with a steely resolve.

In a low, almost inaudible voice, he murmurs to himself, "I cannot involve Siddharth in my battle. This is my fight alone."

The words hang in the air, filled with both a burden and determination. He pauses for a moment, his gaze unwavering. Then, without a second glance back, he disappears into the enveloping darkness of the night, as if swallowed by it.

The Unstoppable Mission

Meanwhile, high above the earth, a special unit travels aboard a high-tech, stealth plane, cutting through the sky at a speed so great that it cannot be seen by the naked eye. The tension inside the plane is palpable, as the men and women of the team prepare for a mission that could change the course of history.

At the front of the cabin stands Captain Justin, a man whose presence commands both respect and trust. His uniform is perfectly tailored, and his expression is serious as he briefs his team.

"We have never failed a mission for our country," he begins, his voice cold but firm. "This mission will be no different. It will be successful, and we will not lose anyone."

The team responds in unison, their voices full of confidence and resolve. "Yes, Captain Justin!"

Captain Justin nods slightly, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Get ready. This mission is not just a duty; it's a responsibility."

Siddharth Awakens

The scene shifts to an old, abandoned building—its walls decrepit and stained with the passage of time. Siddharth is slumped in a chair, his body bound by ropes, and his face streaked with blood and sweat. The cold, damp air clings to his skin, but he remains still, barely conscious.

After a long, agonizing silence, Siddharth's eyes flutter open. Slowly, his blurred vision clears, and he takes in his surroundings.

"Rudra... Rudra, where are you?" His voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a pain buried deep within it, a pain that speaks of more than just physical suffering.

He struggles against the ropes binding him, his muscles straining with the effort, but the ties are too tight. He shouts louder now, his voice cracking with desperation. "Rudra! You can't leave me here alone!"

A strange, eerie sound catches his attention. Footsteps, deliberate and rhythmic, echo from the upper levels of the building. Siddharth freezes, his body going rigid with fear.

"Is... is someone there?" His voice trembles, the words barely escaping his dry throat.

The footsteps grow louder, each step bringing a creeping sense of dread. Siddharth's heart races in his chest, his breath quickening.

Without warning, a section of the ceiling suddenly collapses with a deafening crash. Dust and debris fill the air as Siddharth instinctively shields his face with his arms. He's caught between fear and helplessness, his mind racing to understand what is happening. But in that moment, all he can do is wait, uncertain of what will come next.