Phase 8: A Temporary Alliance & The Fall of the Phantom

The Enemy of My Enemy

The warehouse was a warzone. Gunfire rattled through the air, ricocheting off steel crates, smoke filling the space with chaos.

Veer barely dodged a bullet as he dove behind cover. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

The Phantom was supposed to be their biggest enemy. Not some unknown third force.

Zayan took down two men with swift, calculated shots, his usual smirk wiped clean. "Boss, what the hell is this?"

Rudra, crouched behind a pillar, growled, "They're not hers."

Veer's sharp eyes met the Phantom's across the battlefield. She wasn't retreating. She wasn't running.

She was fighting them too.

A realization clicked into place.

"The enemy of my enemy…"

His gaze snapped to her. For the first time, she looked shaken. Her usual confidence cracked as she dodged a bullet, barely keeping up.

This wasn't her trap. She was the one trapped.

Realization dawned in her wide eyes. She wasn't fighting against the Vipers.

Veer's voice cut through the chaos, low and commanding.

"You've been played."

Phantom's breath hitched. But there was no time for shock.

Because the real enemy was closing in.

And now—she had no choice but to fight alongside the Vipers.

"Vipers!" Veer's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "For now, we take them down. All of them."

A silent understanding passed between them.

Tonight, the Vipers and the Phantom had the same enemy.

The Temporary Alliance

For the first time, the Vipers and the Phantom's people fought side by side. A deadly combination.

Rudra moved with quiet precision, taking out targets from the shadows. Karan, always unpredictable, used a combination of knives and sheer brute force to clear his path.

And Zayan—he fought like a storm, reckless yet precise, a smirk curling his lips as he mowed through their attackers.

But Veer?

Veer was a force of nature.

He owned the battlefield, moving through it like he had already won. A single shot from his gun meant death. A single glance meant surrender.

Within minutes, the tables turned.

Bodies littered the floor. The third force—the real enemy—was wiped out.

The battle was over.

The Betrayal

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words.

The Phantom stood a few feet away, eyes meeting Veer's with something unreadable. For a second, just a second, it almost felt like mutual respect.

Then—

"Kill her."

Veer's voice was calm. Final.

The Phantom barely had time to react before a bullet tore through her shoulder.

Her own men, shocked and outnumbered, hesitated—but the Vipers didn't.

Zayan's smirk returned as he cracked his knuckles. "Sorry, darling. Temporary alliances don't last forever."

The Phantom tried to escape, but Rudra was faster, his gun pressed to her temple before she could make a move.

Karan stepped forward, his voice casual, but his eyes dark. "Game over."

And just like that—the Phantom fell.

The Aftermath

The next morning, the world woke up to headlines screaming with her name.

"THE PHANTOM TAKEN DOWN! CRIMES EXPOSED! SHOCKING SECRETS REVEALED!"

Every news channel, every social media platform was flooded with her crimes. The underground network she had built, the illegal operations she ran—all of it laid bare for the world to see.

A woman who had once been untouchable? Now in police custody.

And as the news played in the background, Veer leaned back in his chair, watching the world react.

Zayan threw a paper onto the table. "So, what's next, King?"

Veer exhaled, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"We wait. Because the real game? It's just beginning."