The city slept under a silver moon, unaware of the danger creeping through its streets. Mukul and his allies—Meera, Anaya, Kavya, Saira, and Liyana—walked cautiously toward their next lead. The golden dragon circled high above, its presence comforting yet vigilant.
"I have a bad feeling about tonight," Meera murmured, eyes scanning the shadows.
Kavya smirked. "You always have bad feelings. Maybe it's just the moonlight messing with you."
Anaya frowned, glancing at Mukul. "She's right. Something feels… off."
Saira's calm voice broke the tension. "Trust your instincts. Danger rarely announces itself before it arrives."
Liyana grinned, twirling a dagger playfully. "Then let's hope it announces itself loud enough for me to have some fun."
No sooner had she spoken than a group of black-suited men emerged from the alleyways, surrounding them. Weapons glinted under the moonlight, and their eyes were cold with intent.
Mukul's heart raced, but he remained composed. "Stay close," he instructed. "We fight as one."
The attack came fast. Shadows and steel collided as Mukul drew on the dragon's energy. Golden light enveloped him, enhancing his speed, strength, and reflexes.
Anaya struck first, darting between attackers with deadly precision, knocking weapons away before they could be used.
Kavya flipped over a crate, kicking two men into barrels, her laughter echoing despite the danger.
Meera's calm strategy guided Mukul through the chaos. "Focus on the largest threat first—divide and conquer," she advised.
Saira moved like a shadow herself, intercepting attacks and keeping the women protected. "Protect him at all costs," she muttered, though the words were for the group as much as herself.
Liyana, ever daring, disabled several enemies with gadgets and quick strikes. "I told you—fun and danger go hand in hand," she called, grinning.
Mukul fought with fluid precision, disarming attackers and countering strikes. The dragon's golden aura flared brighter, empowering him to handle multiple opponents at once. Each wave of attackers was met with teamwork, strategy, and the unspoken connection between him and the women at his side.
As the battle intensified, a larger figure appeared—one of the black-suited men towering over the rest. His presence radiated power and malice.
"Leave now," Mukul shouted, golden energy spiralling around his fists. "Or face all of us together!"
The figure laughed, stepping forward, and the air seemed to grow heavier. Mukul could feel the power emanating from him, testing his limits.
"Stay back," he warned, positioning the women strategically. "We face him as one."
Anaya, Kavya, Meera, Saira, and Liyana nodded in unison, a silent promise that they would fight side by side, no matter what came.
The figure lunged, and Mukul met him head-on, dragon energy flaring as he blocked a crushing strike. The others moved in perfect coordination, striking, dodging, and protecting each other.
Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, the figure stepped back, realizing the group's unity and skill. With a glare, he retreated into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had come.
Breathing heavily, Mukul looked at the women around him. Each was bruised, tired, but smiling—alive and steadfast.
Kavya nudged him, teasing. "See? Nothing a little chaos can't fix."
Anaya smirked. "You survived, and so did we. That's teamwork."
Saira's calm voice reminded him, "Trust and coordination win battles, not just strength."
Meera added, "And loyalty keeps us together."
Liyana laughed, twirling her dagger. "And don't forget charm… though I'd say teamwork is more important tonight."
Mukul smiled, golden light from the dragon still lingering around him. He realized once again that these women weren't just companions—they were his strength, his strategy, and his heart.
The city was still dangerous, shadows waiting in every corner, but Mukul knew one thing: with these allies by his side, he could face anything. Together, they were unstoppable.