Into Forest,
As Madhav watched Lubdhaksh disappear, a cold silence settled over the forest. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to action, then turned back toward Mohit. Now mohit able to move his body.
"Are you alright?" Mohit asked. I want to help you but i can't able to move my own body.
"I am okay," Madhav replied, his voice firm. "But we need to move. Let's head straight to Raj's hospital location before it's too late."
Mohit hesitated, concern flickering in his eyes. "Yes, but... first, we need to check on Meera and Uncle Beni. Both of them are unconscious. And Ankur is missing, and Ketaki is severely injured. Without them—we're stuck. You know we can't teleport on our own."
Before Madhav could respond, a strained voice echoed from behind them.
"You... don't. But I can," the voice rasped.
Both of them turn around. There, half-hidden in the shadows, stood Centaur Beni—his body trembling, blood trickling down his flank. His breathing was heavy, his stance unsteady, yet his eyes burned with determination.
"Uncle Beni!" Madhav shouted, rushing forward. "Are you feeling okay?"
Centaur Beni managed a faint, pained smile. "No time to ask my condition. Let's treat the injured people as much as I can before Lubdhaksh does something bad."
As Centaur beni moved closer to Meera. His hands began to glow, and a magical circle appeared as he cast a healing spell. The light spread across Meera's body, treating her wounds with a warm shimmer.
"I've healed her... as much as I can," centaur beni said weakly.
A moment later, Meera's eyes fluttered open. She gasped, sitting up suddenly, looking around in confusion and fear.
"Where... where did that elf go, that Coin Demon? And are you all okay?" she asked, her voice trembling as her eyes darted between Madhav, Mohit, and Centaur Beni.
Madhav knelt beside her. "We're fine, Meera. The elf—that Coin Demon, his real name is Lubdhaksh, —is gone."
Meera frowned. "Gone? Where did he go?"
Mohit placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, Meera. You need to rest for now."
"Where did he go?" she insisted.
Madhav's gaze hardened. "That evil elf... the ghost of the cursed coin—Lubdhaksh—disappeared. He's gone out of this forest to Raj's hospital location," he said.
"But what, why?" she replied with shocked reaction.
"Because he wants our souls," Madhav explained. He paused, looking intently at Meera. "Yes, but before that, I need to ask you something."
Meera straightened, still catching her breath. "What is it?"
"Where's Ankur? We couldn't find him anywhere," Madhav asked urgently.
Mohit nodded grimly. "That's what I've been wondering too."
Meera's face darkened as she recalled the battle. "When the cursed coin took over the Captain's body, Ankur tried to stop him. But during the fight, the possessed Captain struck him—hard. Ankur was thrown deep into the forest, that way." She pointed shakily toward a cluster of towering trees.
All three of them turned to look in the direction she indicated.
Centaur Beni examined the area carefully, his eyes narrowing. "Judging by the broken branches and the disturbance there... she's right. We'll find him in that direction."
He straightened with effort. "You two go search for him. I'll stay and tend to Ketaki's injuries—I can still use some healing magic."
Mohit nodded. "All right. I'll check ahead—"
Before he could finish, a rustling sound came from the dense forest. Everyone froze.
"Madhav…, his hand moving slowly toward his storage space.
A shadow stumbled out from between the trees—Ankur. His body was covered in blood, his steps faltering.
"Ankur!" Madhav shouted, sprinting toward him just as Ankur collapsed. He caught him in his arms, lowering him gently to the ground.
"Stay with me!" Madhav said, his voice breaking with desperation.
Ankur's lips trembled as he tried to speak, blood staining the corner of his mouth. "I'm okay... don't worry about me," he rasped.
Centaur Beni quickly hobbled over. "I've used my healing magic on ketaki but she need more healing. As for now she is out of danger now, but she needs more care."
As Ankur slowly moved toward Ketaki, his body trembling from exhaustion. Kneeling beside her, he placed a bloodstained hand gently on her forehead. For a long moment, he said nothing—his eyes filled with pain and affection.
"Ketaki..." he whispered, his voice breaking.
Here's Centaur Beni confirmed, "She is unconscious now."
Than mohit took a cautious step forward. "Ankur, listen—" But Ankur raised his hand, stopping him. "No need," he said quietly. "I already know what happened. My eyes and ears are sharper than you think." He looked up at them, his gaze distant. "I saw it all... when the Elven Captain's body was consumed by that dark aura. Than he called himself a demon—Lubdhaksh and he said I was created by him, what a nonsense."
Madhav, frustrated, asked, "How can that coin demon defeat us so easily? Because we all nothing against of him in comparison power level, he hit his leg in ground."
Meera touched her hair, her face serious. "Because he told us himself. He created all the skills we are using, and he is using our own talent and fighting styles against us."
Silence fell over the group, heavy and uneasy.
Here Ankur exhaled slowly. "You all should go. I'll stay here—with my sister." madhav said but as he trying to say , ankur stop him handle that problem which is infront of you.
Mohit stepped forward, his voice confident. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to Lubdhaksh at Raj's location! Uncle Beni, please—use your teleportation magic and take us out of here!"
Centaur Beni grimaced, pressing a hand against his injured side. "I can't... not yet. My body's too weak to cast a spell of that level. And worse—this whole area is sealed inside a barrier. The forest elf's magic still surrounds us."
Mohit clenched his fists. "Then what do we do now? We can't stay trapped here!"
Madhav's eyes lit up with sudden resolve. "Wait... I think I have an idea."
Meera and Mohit turned to him at once. "What idea?" they said in unison.
Without answering, Madhav activated his skill, and the glowing void of his Storage Space opened. A faint hum filled the air as he pulled out a simple ring. "I took this ring and many other items from Cetana's shop building," he explained. Holding it carefully, he turned to Beni.
"Uncle Beni," he said, "try channeling a small amount of your teleportation magic into this ring."
Centaur Beni frowned but obeyed, his horn glimmering faintly as he released a thread of blue energy toward the ring.
At that moment, Madhav's eyes gleamed as he activated his Craftsman Skill. His hands moved with precision, and a soft golden aura surrounded him.
The ring began to transform before their eyes—its dull metal reshaping, lines of glowing blue light etching themselves into its surface. The air crackled with energy as the ring took on an otherworldly design, pulsing with power.
Everyone froze in awe.
Meera's lips parted. "What... what kind of power is that? Did you get some kind of new skill?"
Mohit whispered, "That's Ravin's skill...?"
Even Centaur Beni's eyes widened. "Good... now Ravin's skill will be useful for you in the future."
Madhav smiled faintly, admiring his creation as the ring emitted a steady, azure glow.
"Yes," he said softly, holding it up to the light. "This... is exactly what I wanted."
Meanwhile, As Lubdhaksh smirked, his dark aura swirling around his body on the floor.
"I like it," he hissed. "After all, you're the only one who ever managed to cut off my neck."
Siddharth tilted his head slightly, unfazed. "Oh, just wait a little," he said with a cold grin. "You might end up liking a few more surprises."
Lubdhaksh's grin widened, showing rows of sharp, evil teeth. "Really? Then show me something worth the excitement. Otherwise—" He raised his hand, and the air cracked with energy. "—it's my turn."
A pulse of dark power erupted from him, spreading through the elevator chamber. Suddenly, the lifeless bodies which is killed by lubdhaksh like four security officers and several workers, surrounded by blood and horror energy, twitched violently. One by one, they rose—eyes glowing dull gray, their faces twisted into violent, monstrous expressions—and ran toward Siddharth.
Siddharth watched as the corpses staggered toward him, snarling like beasts. He sighed, glancing down at his wristwatch.
(Five minutes left before I can use that attack again...)
Then he smirked. "Zombies, huh? Turning an action scene into a horror flick?" He flicked imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Nice try, but completely useless."
As the undead lunged at him, Siddharth snapped his fingers—and vanished. All zombie become confused what happened suddenly and looking around themselves.
Lubdhaksh's eyes widened in fury. "Where—where did he go?!" he shouted. His aura flared violently, shaking the walls. "First, I lose track of Raj... and now this one disappears too!"
He turned toward the zombie-like guards. "Find him! Now!"
But even as the creatures obeyed, he sneered to himself. "You won't get far, mortal..."
He raised his hand again, sending a signal through the air. From outside, a massive serpent entered by breaking glass wall of that floor which left from previous blast. its scales glinting under the flickering lights. The floor vibrated as the twenty-fifth level filled with its heavy, hissing breath.
The serpent's glowing eyes scanned the room, searching for any trace of Siddharth—
In that time , Siddharth stood silently near a desk, his form cloaked in invisibility. He exhaled softly, a small, unworried smile on his face. "Try, try, find me," he said slowly.
On the desk, a few scattered papers caught his eye—an unfinished letter written in trembling handwriting:
"To my future wife..."
He paused, his expression softening for a moment.
Then his gaze shifted to a coffee mug on the corner of the desk, part of a set with a heart design and the words "My Love, Kajal" painted across them.
Siddharth looked back at his watch—five minutes were almost up.
"Alright, Lubdhaksh... time for round two."
Here, Lubdhaksh's voice echoed through the ruined floor, thick with fury.
"Where are you, mortal human?!" he roared. "Or are you hiding because you fear me? If not, then show yourself! Show your real strength again! I want to show you a true fear of the demon Lubdhaksh, a fear that does not belong to your world."
A faint shimmer flickered in the air—and suddenly, Siddharth materialized a few meters away, standing calmly with a cold smirk as he deactivated his invisible skill.
"Afraid of you? And a demon Lubdhaksh tries to challenge me? What a funny joke you're telling," Siddharth said. "Not even close. Do whatever you think you can."
Lubdhaksh's eyes flared crimson, his aura pulsing like wildfire. He clenched his jaw, forcing his rage down and speaking instead with eerie composure.
"I'll give you a chance," he said in a slow, loud voice. "There's something... strange about your skill power. As I recall, I never created a skill like that powerful. How did you twist my magic into something so much stronger?"
Siddharth met his gaze, his expression unchanging. "I don't owe you an explanation. And I'm not interested in any of your chances." His tone sharpened. "You came here looking for someone named Raj, didn't you? Well, I'm here. But if it's a fight you want..." —he spread his arms slightly— "...then fight."
Lubdhaksh chuckled darkly. "You're not the Raj I'm finding. Pity." His grin turned vicious. "Still, killing such a fool will be fun. And when I devour your soul, I will give your body a most excellent gift of death."
He raised both hands, creating twin circles of glowing runes. Thunder cracked overhead, the entire floor trembling as blue-white lightning coiled around him. Objects—chairs, shards of glass, even chunks of the ceiling—lifted from the ground, floating midair as if gravity itself had been frozen.
The air distorted. Time seemed to slow. Behind Lubdhaksh, different types of evil spirits appeared, demonstrating the level of his magic.
"This," Lubdhaksh hissed, "is your end, arrogant human."
But before the attack could strike, Siddharth's lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. "You talk too much."
He activated his Ultimate Final Strike skill by suddenly pulling something from behind him—the same couple's coffee mug he had taken from the desk earlier. Without hesitation, he tossed it straight toward Lubdhaksh with super speed.
Lubdhaksh laughed. "A mug? That's your grand move?"
As , The mug collided against his chest—and at that instant, a blinding surge of blue energy erupted from it.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion shattered the entire floor. The shockwave tore through steel and glass, disintegrating the walls as flames burst outward. The upper section of the floor crumpled and was destroyed, and downward windows exploded like shards of light.
Lubdhaksh was thrown violently through the air, crashing into the half-constructed building across the street. The structure groaned—and then collapsed, burying him under tons of concrete and dust.
The world went silent except for the crackle of fire and falling debris.
Through the smoke, Siddharth stepped forward, looking down. His eyes were sharp with defiance.
"That elf bastard," he muttered, his tone cold and calm, "sure talked a lot."
Siddharth glanced around the shattered floor, brushing dust from his sleeve.
"It looks like I'll have to head down to the ground," he muttered. "But with everything destroyed... there's no way down."
He paused—then noticed movement below. The serpent Lubdhaksh had summoned was now thrashing wildly, its massive tail swinging as it battled the remaining zombies that had turned against it.
A smirk tugged at Siddharth's lips. "Well... that's convenient."
He brought two fingers to his mouth and whistled sharply. The piercing sound echoed through the broken steel beams. The serpent's glowing eyes snapped upward toward him, its rage reignited.
"Come on then," Siddharth whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
The massive creature hissed and surged upward, coiling its body along the ruined facade of the tower. As it lunged toward him, Siddharth leapt from the collapsing ledge—arms spread, wind roaring around him. The serpent dove after him, its body cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.
Mid-fall, Siddharth twisted, landing atop the serpent's head. He steadied himself, gripping one of its scales as they plummeted together.
The impact shattered the ground below. The street cracked open under the force, sending dust and debris flying. The serpent writhed in pain, its body collapsing into the rubble.
Siddharth jumped down from its back, landing lightly beside the wreckage. Straightening his jacket, he muttered, almost amused, "That was... one hell of a ride."
He turned toward the nearby half-constructed building. Its upper floors were gone, the entire structure torn apart by his earlier blast. He began walking toward it, each step echoing through the quiet devastation.
Then, suddenly—
From the haze of dust and shattered concrete, a body burst upward, flying through the air like a broken doll.
Siddharth's eyes narrowed.
The figure was barely recognizable—the Captain's elven body was charred, skin burned away, blood pouring from every wound. His face was nothing but burn and ruin. Yet, from within that mutilated shell, Lubdhaksh's voice rasped, twisted with hate.
"Look... what you've done..." he snarled, his voice echoing with demonic resonance. "I'll kill you for this!"
The corpse rose, hovering off the ground as black flames ignited around it.
Siddharth looked down at his wristwatch—five minutes had passed. The device beeped softly.
He smirked. "Perfect timing."
The energy around him flared. "Skill—Ultimate Final Strike."
In a blur of movement, he dashed forward, get down for grabbing a rusted iron rod from the remains of the half-constructed building. The rod glowed faintly as he channeled his energy into it, gripping it like a sword.
Lubdhaksh screamed, diving toward him, but Siddharth swung upward in a vertical arc—the force splitting the air like thunder.
The impact was brutal. The possessed elven body was cleaved cleanly in two, the shockwave and energy also cut another building through which is just behind the half-constructed building.
When the dust finally settled, Siddharth stood amidst the wreckage, here iron rod turn into dust. Here he noticed
At last only golden curse coin left floting in air .
A flash of blue light magic circle appeared, followed by a thunderous crack. Madhav, Mohit, Meera, and Centaur Beni teleported directly to a location near Siddharth.
Mohit steadied himself, scanning the devastation.he said "I can feel , This is the right place," his face expression change when he seen surrounding area, he said, his voice grim. "what happened to this area , it looks like a major destruction happened here."
As Madhav stumbled forward, breathing heavily, his clothes scorched at the edges. "Finally..." he gasped. "After four tries and destroying four rings... we did it. We actually teleported!"
Meera by looking at him , she replied "You really did it, but where exactly are we? And who is that man infront of us ?" Centaur Beni change his appearance turn into human by magic than he said no idea .
Before Mohit could finish asking what the man was doing, all four of them froze. Their eyes locked on the figure standing a few meters away.
Siddharth stood silent . He didn't even glance at them—his eyes were locked on a single object floating before him.
The coin.