Siddharth stood absolutely still, his attention fixed on the single, ominous object floating in the air before him. The coin.
When elf elven body had been reduced to ash—nothing remained except the cursed coin. Then, without warning, shadow energy—a plume of black smoke—burst from it.
A wave of black aura coiled around Siddharth, swallowing him in a suffocating spiral of darkness.
Than , Mohit staggered back, eyes widening. "W-What's happening to him?!"
Here, Centaur Beni, unable to speak in his human form, shifted once again into his full Centaur creature form. His voice trembled as he watched the swirling mass of dark energy surrounding both Siddharth and the curse coin. "Hey I can't talk in human form but it's important, Don't move closer," he warned. "Something about this… feels wrong. Very wrong."
Madhav looked at the frightened faces of his friends, then clenched his fists.
"We came here to help our friend Raj," he said firmly, "but now an innocent person is right in front of us—in danger. We can't just stand here and do nothing!"
He stepped forward. "Did you all forget what happened to that elf in the forest? The coin took over his body. Plus As you can see i think this destruction in this area related to that coin only. We need to stop it before it happens again!"
Meera stepped up beside him, her face set with grim resolve. "Madhav is right. We all need to help that person and destroy that coin."
Everyone moved.
But before any of them could reach Siddharth, as at first of them Madhav, so he touched the energy aura, and the aura wall of smoke sphere, froze him instantly in that place. At that moment, his vision shifted.
Inside Siddharth's Dark Aura Sphere
His surroundings dissolved into a cold, suffocating void.
Darkness.
Frost.
Silence—broken only by the piercing cries of children.
Small, ghostly bodies and dead bodies lay around him, sobbing uncontrollably. The air reeked of despair. Then the cries multiplied. Dozens. Hundreds.
Siddharth turned slowly, realizing he was standing in a dark place—his nightmare.
The dark aura thickened around him, swirling like a storm. Through the shadows emerged faint human figures—souls twisted with pain, faces smeared with grief.
"You're a doctor!" a woman screamed, her voice trembling with rage. "You were supposed to save them!"
Another ghost stepped forward, eyes hollow. "You let my son die… my father… my family!"
A third soul, its face half-formed, floated inches from him. "You killed my baby… you destroyed my home… You're the culprit! You have to take responsibility!"
Their voices stabbed like needles, echoing endlessly in the dark.
Then a deeper voice rose behind him—twisted and mocking.
"Ohhh, Siddharth Raj…I am saying right or not. hahaha "
The elven captain's burned, blood-soaked ghost floated into view, his entire body charred, his face barely recognizable. He spread his arms with a horrifying grin, floating closer as though enjoying the spectacle.
"Look around you," he hissed. "I thought you were a good man. I truly did. But I was wrong—very....very wrong."
He tilted his head, laughing—a distorted, bone-chilling sound.
"Just look at what you've done. Isn't it… beautiful?"
Siddharth didn't react. His eyes remained steady, emotionless.
The captain circled him, smiling with wicked delight. "Why that expression? Feeling pain? Feeling guilt?"
He leaned closer. "Whatever happened in your past… you can't change it. You can't undo it. And that's why you can't speak, isn't it?"
The ghost tapped Siddharth's chest. "But if you want this pain to end… the coin is ready."
His smile widened unnaturally.
"The coin wants you.
Your soul.
Your body."
Siddharth with attitude finally smiled—calm, sharp, and utterly fearless.
"So that means," he said quietly, his voice cutting through the despair, "by using my body, you want to increase your power, Lubdhaksh?"
Siddharth stared at the captain's ghost and scoffed.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" he said. "Some brainless idiot who'll fall for your parlor tricks?"
He lifted his wrist slightly, glancing at his watch. Did five minutes pass yet…? Almost.
The ghost frowned, confusion clouding its charred features. "What are you looking at again and again ... ?"
Siddharth's eyes sharpened, and with a cold smile. "The time of your death " he replied.
Before the ghost could react, Siddharth reached forward. He had no weapon—only his hands. But he activated his skill and grabbed the cursed coin directly.
The shadows exploded around him. Hot, searing energy erupted from Siddharth's hand, engulfing the coin.
Outside the Sphere
Madhav couldn't move. His entire body felt carved from ice, a prisoner of the dark aura.
Meera panicked, backing away. "W-Why isn't he moving? What's happening to Siddharth?!"
Mohit swallowed hard, his face pale. "It's the same… the same thing that happened to me. When I was frozen before. He's trapped inside that energy."
Here, Centaur Beni's voice trembled with frustration. "I told you! I told you not to get close to that dark aura sphere! This thing is more dangerous than any of us realized."
Before they could say more, Madhav's eyes suddenly went blank—his body still, his breathing shallow.
"M-Madhav?!" Mohit shouted and he given few slapped him also , so that he get into his conscious, as Centaur Beni notice voice of other human, he fastly turn himself into human.
Inside Madhav's Vision
He stood on the surface of a silent, endless ocean. The water was unnaturally still—as if the world were holding its breath. Below the surface, two lights glowed faintly: one blue, one red, swirling slowly in the chilling depths.
"What… is this place ?" Madhav whispered, utterly disoriented.
He stepped forward.
The moment his foot touched the water, the silent sea erupted into a colossal tsunami, dragging him downward. Cold water crushed him from all sides. He struggled to breathe—but there was nothing but darkness and the two drifting lights.
Then—the scene snapped.
Madhav found himself standing on solid ground, staring at a battlefield so massive it swallowed the horizon. A Demon war—unfolded before his eyes.
Demons tore into other demons. Creatures of all shapes—horned beasts, scaled giants, winged predators—clashed violently. War elephants and demon horses thundered across the ground and through the smoke-choked sky.
Energy blasts exploded like falling stars. Arrows rained so heavily they buried themselves in the earth like metal spikes. Magic ripped through the battlefield, indiscriminately killing demons and soldiers alike.
Then the ground suddenly began to melt into blood.
An entire river of it surged forward, swallowing everything. Madhav staggered back, horrified as demons, beasts, and warriors were dragged under.
He tried to run. Behind him, thousands of human men—screamed and charged forward, weapons raised.
"They're coming to kill me—!" Madhav thought, terror seizing him.
But they ignored him, rushing past him toward something behind.
Madhav turned.
And froze.
A towering black shadow person stood in the distance—a faceless being with massive white wings like a fairy, slaughtering humans as if they were toys. Bodies fell around him into the river like broken dolls.
Madhav slipped on the river of blood, crashing onto his back. When he looked up again, the black shadow person was building a mountain of corpses—stacked impossibly high, blood dripping from it like rainfall. His throat went dry as he looked at that scene.
The shadow flew to the top and sat upon it like a throne with attitude.
Around its head floated two lights—one blue, one red —circling slowly, then molding themselves into demon horns, both horns different colour like blue and red.
Madhav's breath caught, a raw, terrified sound.
"What… are you…?"
Suddenly a wave of wind came and madhav struggle to stand and try to move near but than he thrown behind away.
Inside dark aura sphere of Siddharth,
The moment Siddharth's fingers closed around the cursed coin with force and pressure, which also effect the world around him burst apart under the immense energy and pressure.
Ghostly figures shrieked—the crying babies ignited into white flame, the spectral men and women burned like dry paper, and the suffocating darkness shattered like glass. The dark aura sphere collapsed in a silent implosion.
Lubdhaksh, unable to maintain his power outside the coin, screamed as his spectral energy recoiled violently back into the metal. Siddharth's skill—Ultimate Final Strike—heated the coin so intensely that it glowed a blinding, angry red.
Siddharth with attitude released it.
CLANG!
The coin hit the ground with a heavy metallic crash, steaming and burning the dirt beneath it. Siddharth exhaled sharply, clutching his burned right hand, which was visibly damaged from channeling the force.
"Finally…" he muttered, his voice ragged. "Now, you're silent."
He turned—only then noticing a boy frozen like a statue, and the others desperately trying to break the invisible cage that had trapped him.
Siddharth walked toward them. Meera and Mohit immediately looked up. Centaur Beni's posture shifted from battle-tense to guarded wariness.
Mohit stepped forward quickly, relief warring with concern. "Sir! Are you okay? You were inside that dark aura… We tried to help, but suddenly— "
Siddharth shrugged casually, a faint, sardonic smile touching his lips. "Oh, I'm fine, and thank you for trying to help. But your friend—" he pointed at Madhav, his expression sharpening, "—is he okay? Or did he just pee himself from fear and try to act like a statue?"
Mohit blurted immediately, flustered, "N-No, sir! He'll be fine! He didn't—I mean—he'll recover soon!"
Siddharth chuckled softly. "I'm joking. Your friend will be alright. by looking at him again He said your friend is under some kind of magic ."
His eyes drifted to Centaur Beni, who stood protectively in front of Meera.
"Oh, and you, Centaur," Siddharth said, tilting his head. "Enjoying your time among humans, or not? There's a coin lying there. That's my gift. Make sure it reaches Mister chairman."
Centaur Beni blinked, stunned thinking in mind. "A Gift…? And how did he know I am not human, especially when I shifted my form? And how did he know about I work for brother Kamal."
Siddharth's expression get darkened, his voice dropping into a cold, immediate threat. instead gesturing toward the smoldering coin with his injured hand.
"Take that coin from that place. And if that cursed coin ever comes out into the normal world again… I'll destroy the coin and its user both. Understood?"
The Centaur swallowed hard, intimidated by the sheer intensity of the human's threat, and nodded once.
Without another word, Siddharth walked away from the shattered battleground.
The moment he left, Madhav collapsed to the ground as if his strings were cut.
"Madhaaav!" Meera cried, catching him before he hit the dirt.
Mohit knelt beside them, panic rising again. Hey Brother open your eyes.
Centaur Beni moved toward the coin. It glowed a dull, menacing red, wisps of hot smoke rising from the scorched metal, filling the air with palpable tension.
Meanwhile, Luv stood frozen in the street as the upper floors of the Soul-Gram Grand IT Hub erupted in a massive explosion. A storm of broken glass and twisted metal rained down as terrified people screamed and ran in every direction.
Luv's heart hammered. Something big… something terrible is happening here. I don't know what suddenly occurred.
His instincts screamed at him—this wasn't normal, not accidental. He fumbled for his phone from his backpack and began recording the chaos.
People on the street fell in their panic—Luv stopped to help each one up before pushing forward again. But before he could get any closer—
BOOOOOOM !
A second explosion ripped through the air. A blinding arc of energy shot from the skyscraper and slammed into the half-constructed building across the street. The entire structure shuddered, cracked… and collapsed into a mountain of dust. A violent wave of air and debris slammed into Luv, forcing him to shield his face.
He coughed, eyes wide with disbelief. "What… what is happening…?" He had no words—only shock and a strange, powerful pull pushing him closer to the chaos.
Still recording, he carefully approached the fallen construction site, when suddenly—
A giant serpent—larger than any creature he had ever seen—fell from the IT Hub's upper floors and crashed onto the street. The ground trembled. People screamed and scattered again.
Luv's legs shook, but he didn't step back. He wasn't fearless, but something inside him refused to run. He moved closer.
Then—a third blast. A shockwave sliced through another building—clean, vertical—as if an energy blade had cut it apart. The structure leaned, groaned, and collapsed with a deafening roar.
Luv climbed the debris of the broken building to get a better view.
And when he saw it, his breath hitched.
Suspended in the air was a massive, swirling sphere of black aura smoke. Near it stood four figures—one of them with four powerful, horse-like legs supporting a human upper body.
"It looks like… a centaur character just like a story?!" he whispered, confused and stunned and he try to look a giant serpent but after that energy blade blast suddenly that serpent disappear.
Before he could process the impossible sight and what happening, a voice shouted from below.
"HEY! BOY! GET DOWN FROM THERE! NOW!"
A police officer sprinted toward him. Luv climbed down reluctantly, trying to point. "But sir, look! There's something—"
The officer grabbed his arm tightly. "This area is a danger zone! Do you want to die? Move to the safe perimeter, now!"
"But I saw sir please —"
"No excuses! Move!"
Forced back by the officer, Luv joined the group of evacuated civilians as more police and firefighters rushed past him toward the destruction.
From the crowd, Luv continued recording the incredible scene and the frantic public reaction.
Through the smoke and falling dust, he saw a man walking out of the collapsed construction site—calm, unfazed, and utterly composed. Every police officer nearby instinctively stepped aside for him, showing a strange, automatic respect.
Luv blinked. "That's… him," he whispered. The same man I bumped into at the food court. Here he listen a voice of a man saying something.
That man in the crowd nudged his female friend. "Look who he's walking. That's him."
The female friend replied, "who is that ? I don't know him ?"
The man lowered his voice. "That's the CEO of the Soul-Gram company, Siddharth Raj. A really talented, wonderful person."
A sleek black luxury car pulled up silently in front of the mysterious man. Without a word, he opened the door, stepped inside, and the vehicle sped away, vanishing into the smoke.
Luv lowered his phone, he looked relex and do deep inhale air , here he watching until the man was completely gone.
In the quiet garden of the grand mansion, Kamal and Yash sat together. The evening breeze carried the scent of roses, but Yash's mind wandered restlessly—until his phone buzzed.
Kamal glanced at his own screen. For a moment he simply stared… then a slow, knowing smile curved across his face.
Yash frowned. "Grandpa…? What's with that smile?"
Before Kamal could answer, Yash's phone began to ring. He picked it up—and froze.
"What… What are you saying?" Yash's voice cracked in disbelief. "How did this even happen? Who could've done— okay, just get the details."
He ended the call and looked at his grandfather, eyes wide with confusion and shock.
"Grandpa… did you know the Soul-Gram Company building in Gurugram just got hit? A whole floor blew apart, and several other buildings collapsed—massive destruction everywhere."
Kamal didn't even flinch. "So? What about it?"
Yash blinked. "What do you mean, so? Did you forget we invested in that company?"
Kamal chuckled softly, amused by Yash's agitation. "Relax. Our investment there was small. It doesn't matter." He leaned back in his chair, exhaling contentedly. "But there's something far more important. I just received confirmation… Lubdhaksh tried to attack the boy, Raj, but he is safe."
A spark of excitement lit up Yash's eyes. "For real?"
Kamal nodded, smiling like a man who had planned the outcome long ago. "Yes. My idea worked perfectly. I knew Lubdhaksh would eventually try to attack Madhav and his friends, so it was my responsibility to keep the target safe."
He paused, letting the information sink in. "Moving Raj to the hospital right behind that company building—it was the right move."
Yash stared at him, stunned. "You transferred Raj to that hospital? The one beside the Soul-Gram building?"
"Of course," Kamal replied calmly. "Lubdhaksh is dangerous, and I wasn't sure he would try to attack in such a short period of time. But by sending Raj to the hospital—one that belongs to the CEO of the Soul-Gram company—I created a perfect, distracting target."
Yash swallowed, uneasiness mixing with awe. "You used the company's own assets as bait..."
Other place, Inside the gently swaying metro train, Nico stood near the door, earbuds in, scrolling lazily through his feed. The late-evening crowd swayed with the train's rhythm—quiet, tired, and lost in their own worlds.
Then his phone vibrated sharply. NAVYA—Calling…
Nico straightened immediately, pulling out an earbud. He answered.
Before he could speak, an angry but soft female voice burst through the speaker.
"Nico. It's me, Navya."
Nico stiffened, snapping to attention. "Y—Yes, ma'am! I'm here. What happened?"
There was a pause—followed by a low, furious sigh.
"I need your help."
"Of course, ma'am. Just tell me. Whatever you order, I'll handle it."
Her voice dropped, colder… more personal. "This isn't an official task. This is my request because I am busy somewhere else ."
She breathed heavily, trying—and failing—to contain her rage.
"The half-constructed building I own… the one right beside the Soul-Gram Company tower in Gurugram… It's gone. Completely destroyed."
Nico's eyes widened in shock. "Gone? But how—?"
"I know exactly who did it," Navya hissed. "And I know who is responsible."
Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with raw hatred. "I want revenge."
The train suddenly felt too quiet. Nico swallowed hard. "Tell me what you need, ma'am."
"I want you to contact that group from Kolkata," Navya said, her voice regaining a dangerous edge. "They're famous for stealing money, smuggling artifacts, and… taking important things that don't belong to them."
Nico understood immediately.
"You mean them…? I can reach out. What should I tell them?"
"I'll message you the details," Navya replied. "I've used them before—they know how I work.
And this time…" Her voice sharpened like a blade. "I want them to take something irreplaceable."
Nico nodded, though she couldn't see him. "Okay, ma'am. I'll handle everything."
The line went silent for a heartbeat.
Then Navya whispered, dripping with vengeance: "Good. Just complete my task, and in the future, I'll return the favor if you ever need it. I'm going to tear down the person who destroyed my building… piece by piece."
The call ended.
Nico lowered the phone, feeling a cold chill crawl down his spine. Her voice still echoing in his ears.
Slowly, a sly smile crept across his face.
"Hmm… a personal request, huh?"
he murmured under his breath.