She had fainted — her heart crushed by Suhaan’s cruel words about her son, Jay.

Suhaan just scoffed.

His lips curled into a sick smile as he whispered to himself,
“I was waiting for this moment…”

A flash of lightning lit the entire room in eerie blue.
His shadow stretched long and twisted behind him as he stood tall.

He walked slowly toward the window.
Another bolt of lightning flashed — this time reflected clearly in his eyes.

His pupils glowed faintly blue, mirroring the storm outside.

He pressed his palm against the glass.
The rain hit harder. The world beyond was drowning in chaos.

“And now…” he whispered, gripping a knife in his hand — sharp, wicked, deadly.
“…it’s your turn.”

His smile was gone. Fury painted his face.

“…to die.”

The sky raged in agreement, thunder rumbling deep in the earth.

Somewhere outside — something ancient awakened.

Ophidian had stirred.

And someone was coming.

A man stepped into the storm.
Black blazer, black shirt, black pants 

His footsteps were steady.
His expression is unreadable.
His eyes — razor sharp, unwavering.

Rudra.

Suhaan heard the approaching footsteps.

“Huh?! Someone’s coming?!”

He turned sharply, his grip tightening on the knife.

“Who’s there!? How dare you break into my house?!”

The door creaked open.

Rudra stepped in, eyes locked straight ahead.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t speak. He just stared at Suhaan with a calm, deadly intensity.

Then — he leaned his head slightly.

And his eyes… began to glow.

Red. Fierce. Unforgiving.

“I am…”
his voice echoed through the room — low, steady, final.

“…your death.”