The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
Moonlight dripped through the leaves in pale strands, the wind rustling softly above Aryan and Kale. Both sat in silence beside the smoldering remains of a fire, backs against a moss-covered rock that rose like a forgotten monument in the wilderness. Birds had stopped singing hours ago. Even the crickets seemed to understand this wasn't a night for noise.
Aryan winced as he adjusted his bandaged shoulder. Kale glanced at him.
"Still hurts?"
Aryan gave a tired nod. "It's nothing. I've had worse."
Kale let out a low whistle. "You say that like pain's a daily thing."
"It was," Aryan replied, voice low. "Back home... before all of this."
Kale raised an eyebrow. "You mean before the prison?"
Aryan hesitated. He looked down at the flickering embers, then back up at the stars. They were different from the ones he used to know. Too many. Too bright. Too unreal.
"No," Aryan said finally. "Before this world."
Kale frowned. "What?"
Aryan exhaled, like he'd been holding it in for too long. "I'm not from this world, Kale. I was born in another. One with cities of steel, flying machines, magic-less lives. We didn't have Pluses. Just... technology. Smartphones. Cars. Internet. We lived by science."
Kale stared at him like he'd grown horns. "You're messing with me."
Aryan shook his head. "I'm serious. I was a person who love action and adventure but in past life something happen to me that bring me here in this world
Kale stood up and walked a few steps away. He ran a hand through his messy hair.
"You sound insane, you know that?" he muttered.
Aryan didn't flinch. He just kept looking up.
"I probably would've thought the same thing," he said. "But now, I'm living it. I've been hiding it ever since I got here. Afraid people would call me crazy... or worse."
Kale turned slowly. His expression had changed. Not mockery. Not disbelief. Something else.
Curiosity.
"You mean to tell me... you're from another realm? A completely different world?"
Aryan nodded once. "I think someone brought me here. For a reason. But I know I don't belong here by accident."
Aryan say wait a minute what do you mean realm ?
Kale say yes i thought that you say you are not from here may be you are from other realms which God and Demon realm .and nobody see that realm but everyone have different story that .
Kale sat back down beside him, this time without a word. The fire crackled a little louder.
"You know," he said after a pause, "that actually explains a lot."
Aryan blinked. "What?"
Kale smirked. "You fight weird. You talk weird. You even think weird. But... it works. So, yeah. I believe you. Not because I understand it—but because it fits."
Aryan chuckled softly. "Thanks. I think."
Another silence settled between them. Comfortable this time. Two fugitives, no longer strangers.
Then came the sound.
A slow, dragging shuffle through the underbrush. Kale was on his feet in a second, dagger drawn. Aryan stood slower, shoulder aching. From the shadows emerged a man—old, haggard, clothes torn and bloodstained. His eyes were wide with terror, lips mumbling nonsense.
"Help... please... they're coming..."
Kale rushed to support him. Aryan helped him sit.
"Who did this?" Aryan asked.
The man coughed violently, blood splattering his chest. "Blade... the Blade... they hunt for Pluses... took my friends... took them all..."
Aryan leaned in. "Blade? "
The old man gripped Aryan's arm with surprising strength. "Not what... who. Blade is an organization. They steal powers... experiment on people. They don't care who they hurt."
Kale stiffened. "Where are they?"
"Hideout... in the East Mountains... caves below..."
His hand loosened.
He was gone.
The forest swallowed the silence again.
Aryan and Kale stared at the man's lifeless form. Then Kale stood and walked a few paces away.
"Blade," he said, fists clenched. " I thought it was just criminal gossip. But if what he said is true..."
Aryan nodded slowly. "Then they're the real enemy. Not just the World Government. Not random criminals. A real threat."
Kale looked back at him. "What do you want to do?"
Aryan stepped closer to the dying fire.
"We find them. Learn everything. Their base, their members, their powers. We tear them apart from the inside."
Kale smiled darkly. "I like this new version of you."
Aryan smirked. "I'm tired of running. Time to hunt."
In the distance, a faint siren echoed through the night. But neither of them flinched.
They had a mission now.
The Blade Arc had begun.