In  Murunda’s  Lab............

The underground lab buzzed with quiet menace. Machinery hummed around glowing vats, their contents pulsing with unnatural life. 

At the center, Murunda adjusted the dials on a containment tank. Inside, two monstrous beings floated—the Twin Fangs. Once humans like him, now transformed into apex predators through a volatile fusion of hybrid blood and demonic essence.

Dayfang, bathed in radiant heat, twitched as a pulse of light rolled through his veins.
Lightfang, wrapped in cold shadow, remained still—his heart glowing faintly blue in the fluid.

Behind Murunda, two other lab-coated assistants worked in silence, watching their mutated creations with a mix of awe and fear.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed as the communication console flickered on.
A coded signal decrypted itself, revealing a cloaked figure cloaked in swirling darkness.

The Panther Woman—a hybrid born of shadow and feline blood, her powers tied to night and deception.

Murunda (calm, sharp):
"You’re late. Did you retrieve what I asked for? More importantly… did you find the Tigre Tribe’s Location?"

A long pause. Then her voice—smooth, venomous.

Panther Woman:
"They’re deep in the southern jungle. Hidden well. Two of my scouts didn’t return. But yes… I found the shrine."

Murunda leaned against the railing, the light from the tanks dancing across his scarred face.

Murunda:
"And the key?"

Panther Woman:
"Guarded by tradition and blood. It lies beneath their sacred shrine, carved into a statue made from the bones of a fallen god. They call it the Flameheart Key."

Murunda's grin widened.

Murunda:
"Perfect. That key unlocks the final seal—the gate to Krakash, the demon buried under this cursed land. For centuries, the Tigre Tribe has guarded it. But not anymore."

He tapped a monitor, pulling up surveillance footage—Adir, Garu, and Vani shown in grainy images, bruised and bloodied after their last battle.

Murunda (with malice):
"Our hybrids attacked the city only days ago. Adir, Garu, and the Tigress… they’re injured. Broken. This is the moment we strike."

His two assistants nodded silently behind him, one jotting data on the Fangs’ vitals, the other analyzing the Panther Woman’s route to the shrine.

Murunda (darkly):
"The Tigre Tribe’s flame is flickering. All we need is one blow to extinguish it."

He walked toward the tank containing Dayfang and rested his hand on the glass. The creature inside twitched again, sensing his voice.

Murunda (to himself):
"They were men once. Brilliant, loyal. Now… wolves of war. The first children of the new age."

He turned back to the screen.

Murunda (coldly):
"Prepare the Twin Fangs for deployment. And Panther…"

Panther Woman (smiling beneath her hood):
"Yes?"

Murunda:
"Kill everyone in your path. No witnesses. No survivors. Bring me that key."

Panther Woman:
"It will be done."

As her image faded into darkness, Murunda looked toward the containment tanks one last time.

Murunda (softly, with hunger):
"Awaken, my Fangs… it’s time to feed."

Tiger Tribe Jungle – Nightfall

Mist crawled low across the jungle floor. The air hung heavy—unnaturally still.

Inside the Tigre Tribe’s shrine, elders burned incense and whispered ancient prayers. Warriors stood ready around the temple, their armor painted with gold and white, eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. The Flameheart Key sat beneath the altar, sealed in a chamber only the Tiger Elders could access.

Then, the wind shifted. It carried the scent of blood and burning steel.

From the shadows, three figures emerged.

Dayfang, cloaked in blazing gold, with searing flames licking from his fur.
Lightfang, his twin, shrouded in ghostly mist and living shadow.
And between them—the Panther Woman, her body flickering between solid and mist, her eyes like polished amethyst.

Tigre Scout (shouting):
"Enemies at the gate! Sound the horns!"

The shrine warriors surged forward. Archers loosed their sacred arrows, but Dayfang roared—a solar flare exploded outward, incinerating the first wave.

Lightfang disappeared in a blink—reappearing behind defenders, slicing them down with blades of white-hot void.

Panther Woman moved through the battlefield like smoke, laughing as she struck from the darkness.

Elder Raka raised his staff, standing at the altar.

Vani’s Father (roaring):
"Awaken our spirits! Let the jungle roar back!"

As the enemy closed in, the people of the Tigre Tribe began to change. One by one, they transformed—limbs elongating, bodies becoming sleek and powerful. Tiger hybrids rose across the battlefield, snarling with rage and ancestral power.

Panther Woman’s smile widened.

Panther Woman:
"Good. Now let me show you what I can do."

She stabbed her claws into the earth—and the shadows quaked.

Out of every tiger hybrid, a mirrored copy burst forth—twisted, smoky doppelgängers of the warriors themselves. Her Panther Spirit loomed high in the sky, its eyes burning with void light.

Dayfang and Lightfang unleashed their full power. Dayfang summoned rings of flame that trapped and scorched defenders, while Lightfang froze whole ranks with beams of eerie moonlight. The battlefield became a nightmare—half real, half shadow.

Vani’s Father fought at the center, his body glowing with golden fire.

Vani’s Father:
"Spirits of our ancestors, I call upon you! Grant us your strength!"

With a thunderous roar, the Guardian Tiger Spirit erupted from the earth. Towering and wreathed in light, it charged into the shadows.

But the Panther Woman’s spirit was waiting. It lunged—massive, void-born, its roar sending shockwaves through the jungle. The battlefield exploded into a clash of titanic spirits—light and flame against shadow and poison.

Panther Woman:
"Merge with me!"

The shadows from her clones returned to her body. The Panther Spirit surged with new power. Dayfang and Lightfang leapt into the spirit's form, fusing their essence with hers.

The result: a monstrous panther-wolf hybrid, glowing with fire and shadow, faster than lightning and stronger than stone.

Even the Guardian Tiger Spirit faltered.

Dayfang (merged voice):
"Your time is over. Burn."

Lightfang:
"Shatter beneath the dawn and dusk."

The merged creature pierced the Tiger Spirit’s chest. Panther claws dragged it down. Fire and shadows swallowed it.

The Tiger Spirit roared one last time—and shattered into golden light.

Inside the shrine, a young priest tried to escape with the Flameheart Key. But a spear of shadow impaled him before he could move.

Panther Woman stepped through the flames, picked up the key, and looked at the ruined temple.

Panther Woman:
"The jungle will kneel. The seal will break."

She turned away, vanishing into shadow. Dayfang and Lightfang followed, their bodies still pulsing with merged power.

Meanwhile… In the Hospital

Vani (sits up with a sudden gasp, eyes wide, breathing hard):
“Something is not right.”

Adir (rushing to her side, concerned):
“What happened? Are you hurt?”

Vani (nervously clutching her locket, eyes distant):
“I need to go back to my tribe. My people… they’re in danger. I can feel it.”

Garu (stepping forward, serious):
“Then we go. You’re not facing this alone.”

Adir (nodding):
“We’ll come with you.”

Vani (shaking her head quickly):
“No. You can’t. Outsiders are forbidden in my village. I’m not even supposed to reveal our location.”

Adir (gently, but firmly):
“You saved my mother, Vani. Risked your life for her. It’s my turn to protect your people now.”

Vani (conflicted, lowering her gaze):
“Adir, I… I want your help, but the rules—”

Adir (softly, offering a compromise):
“Then blindfold us. We won’t see where we’re going. We don’t need to.”

Garu (smirking slightly):
“Yeah, just point me in the direction of whatever’s threatening them. I don’t need a map to break some skulls.”

Vani (looking at them both, moved, hesitant):
“You two are impossible.”
(pause, then with a sigh)
“Fine. But the blindfold stays on until I say otherwise. One wrong move, and my people won’t hesitate to strike.”

Adir (smiling gently):
“Understood.”

Garu (grinning):