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The helicopter was only a few meters above the ground now.
Its massive blades churned the air into a violent storm.
Dust rose.
Loose metal sheets rattled.
The scrapyard looked as though it was being swallowed by a miniature cyclone.
Yuca continued dragging Vibya toward the center of the street.
Vedha desperately tried to get up.
Mapu and Sebastian moved forward instinctively.
The remaining black-coated followers immediately stepped into their path.
And then—The night exploded.
A sound tore through the sky.
Not thunder. Not an explosion.
A roar. Ancient. Primal.
Powerful enough to make every person present instinctively look upward.
For a brief moment, everyone felt it.
Fear.
Not fear of death.
Fear of something vastly older.
Something that should not have existed in the modern world.
Then came the spear.
A streak of red and gold Astra energy.
So fast that most people never even saw it arrive.
One moment the helicopter was descending.
The next—
The spear pierced through it.
BOOOOM!
Fire erupted across the sky.
The helicopter exploded into a ball of orange flames.
Burning debris scattered in every direction.
The shockwave raced across the street.
Yuca's eyes widened.
"...."
For the first time that night.
The following roar hit them a second later.
A pressure wave.
Pure Astra force.
Yuca was thrown backward like a rag doll.
Her body smashed into several oil drums.
The metal containers exploded apart from the impact.
Vibya was sent flying in the opposite direction.
Before she could hit the ground—Strong arms caught her.
Vedha.
The two crashed together into a pile of discarded tires.
For several seconds neither moved.
Across the street.
The surviving police officers were staring in complete disbelief.
Inspector Ashok's brain simply stopped functioning.
"...."
He had arrived tonight expecting criminals.
Drug traffickers.
Possibly a smuggling operation.
Instead—
A glowing spear had fallen from the sky and destroyed an entire helicopter.
His mind desperately searched for explanations.
Missile?
No.
Impossible.
Military weapon?
No.
That made even less sense.
Then there was the second problem.
The roar.
Nobody normal could create a shockwave like that.
And the third problem.
The civilians.
Not a single person had emerged from their homes.
Not a single window had opened.
Not a single bystander had gathered.
An entire helicopter had exploded.
The noise should have awakened half the city.
Yet the surrounding buildings remained silent.
Almost as though the area itself had been isolated from the outside world.
"What..."
Ashok whispered.
"What is going on?"
No one answered.
Because nobody knew.
Even Yuca was staring at the burning wreckage.
The flames continued dancing across the ruined remains.
Then—Something moved.
From within the inferno.
The spear emerged.
Untouched.
Pristine.
As if the explosion had never happened.
Slowly it rose into the sky.
Leaving behind trails of crimson and gold light.
Every eye followed it.
Police.
Criminals.
Vedha.
Vibya.
Mapu.
Sebastian.
Yuca.
The spear continued upward.
Higher. Higher.
Then suddenly stopped.
Above a nearby building.
Four figures stood upon the edge of the rooftop.
Silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Motionless. Watching.
The moon behind them concealed their features.
Only dark silhouettes could be seen.
One figure stood in the center.
The tallest among them.
As the spear descended from the sky—The figure casually reached out.
And caught it. Effortlessly.
The moment his hand touched the weapon, crimson-gold Astra energy surged around the rooftop.
Like molten lightning.
Like a king reclaiming his throne.
The shadows of the four figures stretched across the building behind them.
One carried a staff.
One carried twin blades.
One stood with her arms folded.
And the central figure held the spear.
For several seconds.
Nobody spoke.
Then Yuca slowly rose from the broken drums.
Her expression had completely changed.
Gone was the cold confidence.
Gone was the certainty.
Instead—Recognition. Fear.
Because he knew exactly what kind of Astra could destroy a helicopter with a single throw.
And he knew exactly who possessed it.
On the rooftop.
The wind swept through the darkness.
The central figure slowly lowered the spear to his side.
And for the first time—The moonlight shifted.
Revealing faint traces of his face.
Not enough for everyone to recognize him.
But enough.
Enough for Yuca.
Enough for Vibya.
And enough for a certain black raven circling high above the city.
The raven let out a loud caw.
Almost sounding pleased.
Because after hours of searching—It had finally found Vedha.
And its master. Rudra. Had arrived.
For a few moments after the helicopter exploded, nobody moved.
The burning wreckage illuminated the street with flickering orange light while thick black smoke rose into the night sky.
Pieces of twisted metal continued falling around the scrapyard as sparks danced through the air.
Then the Astra users felt it.
Not with their eyes.
Not with their ears.
But with something far deeper.
Their Astras.
Yuca's expression changed first.
The confidence he had maintained throughout the entire operation vanished.
Because the moment the spear returned to the hand of the shadow standing atop the building, the Astra energy surrounding the area shifted.
Every Astra user present could feel it.
The unmistakable presence of the Brahmastra.
The Mother of All Astras.
The source from which countless Astra traditions traced their origins.
A power so overwhelming that it was less an Astra and more a force of nature.
"Impossible..."
One of Yuca's followers whispered.
Yuca didn't answer.
His eyes remained fixed upon the figure standing in the center of the rooftop.
Meanwhile, several meters away, Vibya's eyes widened.
The moment she sensed that familiar energy, her entire body relaxed.
Relief flooded through her.
For the first time since the tracker had arrived at the lodge.
For the first time since Mahabir's men had found her.
For the first time since Yuca appeared.
She felt safe.
"It's him."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"It's really him."
Beside her, Vedha was still trying to process what had just happened.
A glowing spear had destroyed a helicopter.
Four mysterious figures were standing on a rooftop.
A group of killers seemed genuinely afraid of them.
And everyone else apparently knew who they were.
"Who?" Vedha finally asked.
"Who is it?"
Before Vibya could answer, the four figures moved.
With a single leap, they descended from the rooftop.
The first to land was Mohan Bhargav.
The ground cracked slightly beneath his feet as the power of the Vanarastra rippled around him.
Beside him landed Junoo.
The wielder of the Maya Astra.
Illusions shimmered around her briefly before fading into the night.
Her eyes immediately swept across the battlefield, assessing every possible threat.
The third figure was Amirtha.
The bearer of the Jal Astra.
She barely glanced at the burning remains of the helicopter.
Then calmly raised one hand toward the sky.
The clear night instantly changed.
Dark clouds gathered unnaturally fast.
Wind howled through the city.
The temperature dropped.
Inspector Ashok stared upward.
"What now?"
A second later—
Rain.
Not ordinary rain.
A torrential downpour.
Sheets of water crashed down from above.
Within moments the fire consuming the helicopter began shrinking.
Steam erupted everywhere.
Smoke vanished beneath the relentless rainfall.
The surviving police officers could only watch in disbelief.
Ashok removed his glasses.
Wiped them.
Put them back on.
The rain was still there.
The dark clouds were still there.
The woman had literally summoned a storm.
"No."
He shook his head.
"No."
His brain refused to accept reality anymore.
Meanwhile, Vibya had almost forgotten about the rain entirely.
Her attention was fixed on the fourth person.
The man standing at the center.
Holding the crimson-gold spear.
Vedha followed her gaze.
The stranger looked surprisingly normal.
No golden armor.
No divine aura exploding into the sky.
No dramatic display.
Just a young man holding a weapon made from pure Astra energy.
Yet everyone seemed terrified of him.
Vedha looked back at Vibya.
"Who is he?"
Vibya didn't hesitate.
Her eyes carried something close to admiration.
Respect.
Even awe.
"That..."
She pointed toward the spear-wielding figure.
"...is Rudra Eswar."
Vedha frowned.
The name meant nothing to him.
Vibya continued.
"The man who defeated Dev."
That immediately caught everyone's attention.
Even Sebastian stopped moving sensing the how serious the women is.
"The same Dev who nearly destroyed entire Astra clans."
"The same Dev who united enemies against him."
"The same Dev whose war changed the hidden world."
Vedha slowly turned toward Rudra again.
Even through he don't understand who Dev was. He could tell from Vibya's reaction he must be strong. And this guy defeated him.
And a big war against a powerful enemy.
Vibya's voice lowered.
"As far as most Astra users are concerned..."
"...he is the most respected man among the astra users."
Yuca's jaw tightened.
Because she wasn't wrong.
Vibya continued.
"He's the chosen wielder of the Brahmastra."
"The Mother of All Astras."
"The strongest Astra known to exist."
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Only the rain continued falling.
Yuca's face had become grim.
Very grim.
Because this changed everything.
Mahabir Lama had prepared for guardians.
Prepared for Astra users.
Prepared for resistance.
But Rudra Eswar?
That wasn't part of the plan.
Worse.
Reports concerning Rudra had stopped years ago.
Most people assumed he had disappeared.
Some believed he was dead.
Others believed he had left the Astra world entirely.
Yet here he was.
Standing before them.
Holding the Brahmastra.
Yuca slowly tightened his grip on his weapons.
For the first time that night—
She understood something.
This mission had just become infinitely more dangerous.
Because the moment Rudra Eswar became involved—
The hunt for the Nine Scriptures was no longer a one-sided game.
It had become a war.
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(A/N):
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