The Giant snake takes adir to his room and then vanishes in thin air. On the other side, Garu

is brutally injured and struggling to stay on his feet. Garu clutched his side, his breath ragged.

His body ached from the wounds he had suffered, but one thought burned in his mind—who

was that snake? And how was it so powerful?

Staggering, he forced himself to move. His only hope was the lab—his father would help

him. He had to.

As he made his way down the cold, dimly lit corridors of the facility, voices echoed from a

nearby room. He slowed his pace, his body tensing as he recognized Murunda’s voice.

Murunda’s tone was sharp with frustration. "That stupid boy… because of him, we’re about

to lose our most valuable tool. Do you know how much effort went into making him what he

is?"

A scientist responded calmly, "Don’t worry, sir. We have other test subjects. We can create

something even stronger."

Murunda scoffed. "Fools. He’s special. He has the power of the eagle! The others… they’re

weak in comparison." He let out a cold chuckle. "It took years of selecting the right children.

Some parents were so desperate, they were willing to sell their kids. But Garu… there was

something about him. I saw potential."

Garu’s stomach twisted. He felt the sting of betrayal laced with every word Murunda spoke.

Murunda continued, his voice laced with malice. "His pathetic parents… they dared to lecture

me about love. Love!" He let out a cruel laugh. "So I killed them. I needed him, and they

were in the way."

Garu’s breath hitched. His legs felt weak. His hands trembled. His vision blurred with tears.

"That stupid boy thinks I’m his father." Murunda sneered. "A worthless street rat, thinking he

could be my son?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "He’s a tool. All of them are.

And if he dies, we’ll simply replace him. Our work will continue. This world will kneel

before us."

Garu pressed his back against the cold wall, his chest tightening. His whole life—everything

he believed—was a lie.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor made Garu snap back to reality.

"We need to find Garu," Murunda declared. "If he’s alive, he’s still useful. But if he refuses to

obey…" His voice turned chilling. "Then we discard him."

Garu didn’t wait to hear more. He turned and bolted down the dark hallway, his heart

pounding. He had to get away. He had to escape this nightmare.

His legs burned as he ran through the city’s empty streets, his mind racing. Everything

hurt—his body, his heart, his soul. The betrayal was too much. He had no home, no family.

He was nothing more than an experiment.

Exhaustion overtook him, and his vision darkened. The last thing he saw was the blinding

headlights of a car before his body collapsed onto the cold pavement.

The car screeched to a halt. A tall figure stepped out, his black coat flowing in the wind. He

stared down at Garu’s limp form before bending down. Without hesitation, he lifted him up

and carried him into the darkness.

Inside a hidden lab, the man worked swiftly, administering an antidote to Garu’s wounds. The

boy’s body, once monstrous, now appeared human again. The scientist watched over him, a

knowing glint in his eyes.

The Next Morning…

Adir jolted awake, gasping for air. His eyes darted around. "Where… am I?"

His surroundings were familiar. Too familiar.

"This is my room…?" His heartbeat quickened. "How did I get here?"

The sound of footsteps outside his door sent him into a panic. He glanced down at

himself—no blood, no wounds, not even a scratch. It was as if last night never happened.

The door creaked open.

"Wake up, Adir. You’re going to be late for school," his mother called.

Adir’s breath hitched. "Mom, I can explain. I was fighting—"

She chuckled. "Fighting?" She smiled. "You must have been dreaming, my sweet boy.

There’s not a single bruise on you."

Adir's heart pounded. "But… I was hurt. I—"

He threw off his blanket and rushed to the bathroom, flipping on the light. His hands roamed

over his body, searching for any sign of the brutal fight from last night.

Nothing.

No cuts. No bruises. No torn clothes. It was as if none of it ever happened.

Adir stared at his reflection, his thoughts spinning. "This doesn’t make sense…"

His mother’s voice called from downstairs. "Hurry up, kiddo! Breakfast is ready!"

Adir sat down on the floor, gripping his head. He remembered fighting Garu. He remembered

falling unconscious. So how did he get back home? And why was his body completely

healed?

More importantly… where was Garu?

Murunda had spent the entire night searching for Garu, but there was no trace of him. It was

as if he had vanished into thin air.

Murunda clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together. "My tracker is on the rooftop… along

with Garu’s torn clothes." He let out a furious growl. "Is he dead?!"

"Shit!" He slammed his fist against the wall, then turned sharply toward his lab. "We don’t

have time to waste. Prepare the next phase of the experiment. I want results. Now."

The scientists nodded, scrambling to work. In a matter of minutes, chemicals were drawn into

syringes, and a series of test tubes were lined up, filled with glowing substances.

Meanwhile, Murunda stormed toward the locked chamber at the back of the facility. With a

single push, he opened the door and stepped inside, sealing it behind him.

Two scientists exchanged uneasy glances.

"What is he doing in there?" one whispered.

"I don’t know," the other muttered. "But whatever it is… it’s not science."

Inside the dark room, Murunda stood before a ritual circle, ancient symbols carved into the

floor. He closed his eyes, his lips curling into a sinister smile.

He began to chant.

"Andhakāreṇa āvāhanam kuru… vibhīṣikā dvāram udghāṭaya… Raktasya mantrena…

agnisvarūpa, samāgata bhava…"

The room trembled. Shadows flickered unnaturally along the walls. A deep, guttural voice

rumbled from the darkness, answering his call.

Murunda’s grin widened. "The time is near…"