Kaala Darbar’s base was shrouded in an unsettling silence. The air was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped around the walls like an unseen force, suffocating yet electrifying. In the dim glow of the overhead lights, Shaurya sat in his chair, his elbows resting on the table, face buried in his palms.

The storm inside him was relentless. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the rage simmering beneath his skin. When he finally exhaled and lifted his face, his dark, piercing eyes met the three figures standing before him—Siya, Veer, and Ryan.