The Captive

The Warning and The Captive

The dim hospital room was filled with a heavy silence. The bruises and cuts on their bodies were still fresh, but their minds were sharper than ever. Ishu, Kai, Konica, and the others had just finished discussing their plan to rescue Mri and Priyanshi. Their determination was unshaken—no matter what it took, they would get them back.

Just as they were about to leave, a shadow loomed at the door. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, tension rising as everyone turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.

It was Luhit Sen.

His presence sent a jolt through the room. The same man Mri had beaten down now stood before them, but something was different about him. His body was bandaged, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—held something unexpected.

Konica clenched her fists. "You...!"

Luhit raised a hand before anyone could speak further. His voice was calm but carried an eerie weight.

"Before you all say something, let me make this clear—I'm not here to take revenge or anything." His gaze swept across them. "I'm done with this. I'm fed up with my uncle, Dhiroj Sen. You think you can get Mri back? The one who took him isn't human… he's a monster. A demon in human form."

Ishu's eyes darkened with fury. "What the hell do you mean?!"

Luhit sighed, crossing his arms. "If they have him, don't think for a second that you can just waltz in and bring him back. If they haven't already killed him…" He let his words linger, as if to let the weight of his statement sink in.

Ishu's entire body tensed. The very thought of Mri being killed sent a firestorm through his veins.

Kai stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "Just tell us where he is."

Luhit's smirk was almost pitying. "Let me give you a warning first—you're walking straight into your graves."

Kelly, his patience at its end, stepped in. "We don't have time for this. Just tell us where he is!"

Luhit exhaled, shaking his head. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." His eyes darkened. "Mri has been taken to… Iceland."

Silence.

Everyone's breath hitched at the name.

Iceland—the forbidden territory. It wasn't just an island. It was a fortress, a domain of nightmares.

Luhit continued. "That place… it's not something you can just walk into and fight your way out of. It's surrounded by monstrous creatures infused with powerful auras. These things aren't just beasts; they are killing machines, designed to obliterate anything that dares step into their territory."

Konica gritted her teeth. "Then we'll tear them apart if we have to."

Luhit's smirk returned. "You're all fools. But I admire the stupidity of people who charge into death without hesitation. Fine. Do whatever you want. But don't expect to make it out alive."

As he turned to leave, his last words echoed through the room. "You have no idea what you're up against."

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Meanwhile, in Iceland…

Deep within the vast, uncharted jungle of Iceland, inside the heart of an enormous facility, Mri was trapped.

He floated inside a massive glass vacuum, suspended like a specimen in a lab. The airtight containment suppressed his aura and strength. No matter how much he struggled, the energy inside him couldn't break through the glass.

The surrounding walls were lined with hundreds of machines, blinking with red lights, scanning his every movement.

Then… a shadow moved.

A figure stepped forward from the darkness.

"Hello, Mriganko. I've been waiting for you."

The voice was deep, filled with amusement, yet coated in something sinister.

Mri's eyes narrowed, trying to focus on the man before him. Who was this?

The figure came closer, his face still hidden in the dim lighting of the chamber.

"I must say, you put up quite a fight before collapsing. But in the end, power alone isn't enough, is it?"

Mri remained silent, glaring through the glass, his mind racing.

Who was this man? And why did he want him here?

A cruel chuckle echoed in the room.

"Don't worry. You'll soon understand everything. Because your real battle… is just beginning."

The figure turned, walking away, his voice trailing behind him.

"Let's see how long you can survive… in this hell."

The door to the chamber slammed shut.

And in the silence, Mri clenched his fists. His breath was heavy, but his resolve was unshaken.

He would not break.

No matter what.