Time: 03:00 PM – 05:30 PM
Date: November 28, 2025
Location: Skies above New Delhi → Delhi International Airport → VIP Convoy
03:00 PM | Surveying the Fortress
Thousands of feet above the ground, a heavily armored N.D.A.I. Magitech Helicopter hovered in the sky. Below, the 3D layout of Delhi's VIP sector and the city's sprawling infrastructure lay exposed.
Adiraj stood at the open bay door. The fierce wind-tunnel effect had zero impact on his physical balance. His mind was operating at peak tactical intellect, mapping street layouts, building heights, sniper vantage points, blind spots, and escape routes.
Shiva sat comfortably inside, watching the tactician at work. Adiraj turned back toward the cabin.
"Cancel the venue list," he stated in a cold, absolute voice. "The party will not be held in a closed 7-star hotel or a banquet hall."
Shiva tilted his head. "Logic?"
"Physics and Mana-Density," Adiraj explained, marking an empty zone on the screen. "When 40 S-Rankers gather to breathe in a confined room, their Passive Mana Radiation will literally crack the building's foundation from the atmospheric pressure. The oxygen will be replaced by heavy mana, suffocating the non-awakened staff. We need a massive, high-security Open Lawn. Under the open sky, their passive mana will disperse into the upper atmosphere, preventing ground-level oxygen depletion."
Adiraj locked onto a massive farmhouse and open-lawn sector on the outskirts of Delhi.
"Done," Shiva replied calmly. "Sending the coordinates to Aaryan."
05:00 PM | The 60% Arrival
Exactly two hours later, a massive, matte-black Garud Vajra Magitech Transport Jet touched down on Runway-1 of Delhi International Airport.
The airport's atmosphere had completely shifted. Civilian flights were delayed indefinitely. Black-clad commandos and N.D.A.I. heavy tactical vehicles were deployed at every corner. This was no longer a hub for travel; it was a military stronghold.
As the rear ramp lowered, the 60% Elite Strike Force of Garud Vajra—comprising A and B-Rank dungers—emerged first. With perfect military discipline, they boarded Asura Guild transports and headed straight for the H.Q.
Following them were Raghav, Rudra, Vikram, Kritika, and little Kiara.
Rudra, clad in his dark hoodie, stepped onto the VIP terminal tarmac. His hunter senses immediately registered the insane tension vibrating in the air. He realized that in the coming days, this city was going to witness a terrifying display of raw power and death.
05:15 PM | The Bond of the Anchors
Outside the VIP exit stood a convoy of five black armored SUVs. Aaryan (Jiju) stood by the lead vehicle, his arms folded.
The moment Vikram saw Aaryan, his cold, strict Vice-Leader persona softened. He stepped forward, and the two men embraced like brothers who had shared a lifetime of battles.
To the world, the bond between a Peak A+ Rank warrior and an Unawakened diplomat might seem illogical. But the logic was hidden in their roles. Adiraj and Shiva were the absolute blades, but the weight of actually running these guilds on the ground rested on these two. Vikram managed Adiraj's battle squads; Aaryan handled Shiva's diplomatic and political cover-ups. Without these two 'Anchors,' the Sovereigns could not sustain the system. Their bond, forged in the fires of crisis, was a thousand times deeper than any ordinary friendship.
05:30 PM | The SUV Sanctuary
The group settled into the largest luxury SUV. Raghav took the wheel, while Aaryan sat in the front passenger seat. Vikram, Kritika, and Rudra occupied the back. Kiara, exhausted from the flight, was already fast asleep in Aaryan's lap. Aaryan's naturally caring father-figure aura always seemed to soothe her.
The SUV glided smoothly out of the airport. Aaryan turned slightly to look at Rudra. Adiraj had kept Rudra's powers a top-secret, but he had told Aaryan and Shiva's family about Rudra's past—that he was an orphan who had survived a very dark, isolated existence. Knowing this, the grounded family had already carved out a special place for him in their hearts.
"So, you are Adi's little brother..." Aaryan said, looking at Rudra with a warm, welcoming tone. "He's told me quite a bit about you. About your bravery."
Rudra, accustomed to seeing only fear or hatred in the eyes of others, saw only pure acceptance in Aaryan.
"But remember one thing," Aaryan added with a light chuckle. "These ranks, protocols, and cold behaviors stay outside. From today, you and Adiraj both will call me 'Jiju.' Understood?"
Rudra's icy, survivalist exterior began to thaw under this unconditional warmth. He hesitated for a second, then spoke in a quiet, steady voice. "Yes... Jiju."
Aaryan smiled and looked at Vikram. "Adi has been making the generals sweat up there in the sky, but I'm glad you all are home. Pooja has been cooking since morning to celebrate your arrival; I think she's prepared enough food to feed half the guild."
Vikram and Kritika laughed softly. The SUV moved through the dense city traffic toward a home where, away from the world of death and power, a real family awaited them.
Chapter Summary
The Venue Logic: Adiraj moves the party to an open lawn to prevent Passive Mana Radiation from collapsing buildings or suffocating staff.
The 60% Protocol: Garud Vajra's elite force lands and integrates with Asura Guild security.
The Anchors: The deep relationship between Vikram (Military Lead) and Aaryan (Political Lead) is established.
Rudra's Integration: Aaryan officially welcomes Rudra as family, breaking through the boy's cold shell.
Atmospheric Tension: Rudra senses the massive mana-build-up as the global sovereigns begin to converge on Delhi.