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1:- karan ko super sense ki power to thi hi lekin ab uske paas (aura suppressed. Perfect for hiding and ambush) ye power to use bahut hi powerfull bana deta hai.
2:-karan ne jis tarah se adhara ki Jaan bachati hai, vo awesome hai yr ....
3:-ye jo red fire nikali hai vo shayad vahi orcs hai jise orcs warchief dhund rahe hai...?
4:-but orcs aur ek aurat ka kya sambandh ho sakata hai? Orcs us aurat ko kyu bacha Raha hai?
5:-Sikandar ko jo pack quest mili hai, use pura karna hi padega brother kyuki pack ko aur badana hai.
6:-ye update bahut suspence me chod diya brother, lekin bahut hi mast update hai brother.
La jawab our bahi tournament of power to kamal ka tha amazing updates and sikander power level insane our ab dhek na ka ya power kya kuch new lay krr ay gi
"Tum Awakened nahi ho…" Sikandar ne thandi saans ke saath kaha.
<Killed a Peak Rank Three Awakened, Obtained 8,000 Exp>
Wo aadmi jiska sar aik tarbooz ki tarah do tukray ho gaya, khoon fauraan ubal kar upar uchaal mara aur Sikandar aur Adhara ke chehron ko surkh kar gaya.
Darr aur ghin ke mare, Karan ne jo manzar darwaze se dekha, foran apni nazar pher li.
Doosray do Awakened jo wahan maujood thay, aankhein phaar kar kharay reh gaye.
"Tumhari himmat kaise hui! Agar FAA ko pata chal gaya ke tum ne aik Awakened ko maar dia, to tum seedha phansi pe latkaaye jaogay!" un mein se ek cheekha.
Doosray ne dhamki di, "Hum zaroor report karein ge!"
Adhara ne ghaur se Sikandar ki taraf dekha, uske chehre par saaf likha tha ke wo pareshan hai.
"Sikandar… ab kya karein? Agar ye sach-much report ho gaya to humari khair nahi," usne halki si faryaad ki.
Sikandar ke honton par dheere dheere aik shaitani muskurahat phailne lagi.
Wo dono Awakened ki taraf dekh kar bolaa,
"Orcs ne deewar tod di, aur Wedron City par hamla kar diya. Teeno Awakened—jo logon ko bachane ki koshish kar rahe thay—shaheed ho gaye."
Dono Awakened aik dum se jam gaye. Saans tak rok li.
Ye khaternaak sach, unhein hila kar rakh gayi.
Sikandar zara jhuk kar muskuraya, "Kaisa lagaa? Kahani buri to nahi, hmm?"
Un Awakened ki ridhon mein thand si daud gayi.
"Log jhoot pakar lenge! Itne saare gawah hain!" un mein se ek ne hichki lete hue kaha.
Sikandar ne unki taraf tanz se dekh kar chin rub kiya.
"Tum log unke khanay khaate ho… unki sharab peetay ho… aur unki madad bhi nahi karte. Aur aik main hoon—jo is sheher ka soon-to-be savior bannay wala hoon.
Batao… log kis ka saath denge?"
Dono ke gala aik dum se sukh gaye.
"Goodbye …"
SPLAT!!
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Sikandar aur Adhara ne ghar se bahar qadam rakha—teenon Awakened khatam.
Sikandar ke chehre par bilkul bhi pachtawa nahi tha.
Magar Adhara ka andaaz abhi tak shock mein tha.
Karan chup-chaap unke saath chal raha tha. Bohat hi khamosh.
Achanak wo ruk kar poocha,
"Aap ne unhein kyun maara?"
Sikandar ruk gaya.
"Kyun nahi maarna chahiye tha?" us ne counter question kiya.
Karan ne socha, phir kaha,
"Wo bure thay… lekin shayad aage chal kar behtar ho jaate. Aur kam az kam Awakened to thay—insaniyat ki madad kar sakte thay."
Adhara ne naram muskurahat ke sath Karen ke kareeb aa kar uske kandhe par haath rakha.
"Kuch log, Karan… kabhi nahi badalte."
Karan kuch bolta ke Sikandar ki gehri awaaz ne baat kaat di,
"Awakened hona iska matlab yeh nahi ke tum aam logon se upar ho. Jo log awam ka khana, paani aur resources cheen lete hain…
Wo aik nahi, hazaaron logon ko maarte hain."
Ye keh kar Sikandar ne chalna shuru kar diya.
Adhara ne pyaar se Karan ke baal mussay aur ishara kiya, "Chalo…"
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Un teenon ne Troy ke paas wapas pahuanch kar situation suni.
"Shuru mein 200 sipahi thay… ab sirf 30 reh gaye hain." Troy ne gham se bataya.
"Orcs har taraf se gheray hue hain. Hamla kisi bhi waqt shuru ho sakta hai."
Sikandar gehri soch mein doob gaya.
‘Agar Warchief mid ya peak Rank Four hua,
to main abhi ja kar sab ko qatal kar sakta hoon… Lekin pata nahi unka leader kis level ka hai.’
Symbol kuch ajeeb tha. Wo us se mutmaeen nahi tha.
"Kya tum ne Warchief ko dekha hai?" Sikandar ne poocha.
Troy ne sar hila kar kaha, "Nahin dekha… lekin mujhe andaza hai wo kahan chhupa baitha hai."
"Accha. Pehle hum apna saman rakh lein, phir chaltay hain," Sikandar ne kaha.
Temporary kamre mein ghus kar Sikandar ne poocha,
"Adhara, tumhare paas apne elemental stones abhi hain?"
Adhara ne Sikandar ki taraf jhatak kar dekha.
“Mere paas abhi bhi kuch taqat baqi hai… fikar mat karo, bas thodi der mein Rank Four torh doon gi,” usne kaha aur apna saara equipment nikaalne lagi.
Phir woh aik gehri, matlab bhari nazar Sikandar par daalti hai.
Is ishare ko dekh kar Sikandar ne Karan ki taraf dekha aur bola,
“Tum. Meray saath chalo zara.”
Karan achanak is pukaar par hiraan ho gaya, lekin phir turant khara ho kar Sikandar ke peeche chal diya.
City Hall ke andar logon se bachhte bachhate, Sikandar usay aik aisi jagah le gaya jo bilkul sunsaan thi.
Andar se band thi, lekin Sikandar ne zabardasti tala tor kar darwaza khol liya.
Karan ne idhar udhar dekha, aik uljhan uske chehre par thi.
Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ke woh idhar kyun laya gaya hai.
“Karan…” Sikandar ne darwaza band karte hue pukara.
Karan uski taraf mud kar bola,
“Mujhe idhar kyun laaye ho?”
“Achhi khabar yeh ke main tumhein mazboot bana sakta hoon… buri khabar yeh ke tum Awakened nahi banoge.”
Phir Sikandar ne ankhon mein ankhon daal kar poocha,
“Ab bhi chahte ho yeh sab?”
Karan gehri soch mein doob gaya.
Phir dheere se poocha,
“Agar mujhe yeh taqat mil gayi… kya main logon ko bacha paunga?”
Sikandar halki muskurahat ke saath bola,
“Bilkul. Tum mazboot bhi ho jaoge… aur hosh mein bhi rahoge.”
Kamra kuch dair tak khamosh raha.
Akhir kar, Karan ne apni hichkichahat chhodkar mazboot jazbe ke sath kaha—
“Theek hai… agar tum sach keh rahe ho, toh mujhe koi itiraz nahi.”
Sikandar ke honton par halki si muskurahat ubhri.
‘Ye sach hai… bas full-moon wali baat nahi batayi.’
Half-Werewolf banne ka sab se khatarnak hissa — full moon ke din ka junoon — usne chhupa liya.
Lekin woh soch chuka tha: Karan ko sambhalna mera kaam hoga.
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Runes aur Transformation
Sikandar ne system se poocha:
‘System, Karan ko half-werewolf banane ke liye kaun si rune available hai?’
<Strength Rune aur Dark Rune available>
Sikandar soch mein pad gaya.
Karan “sense”-type gifted tha, toh uske liye agility ya mobility behtar hoti.
Phir achanak uske dimaag mein chamak aayi—
‘Half-werewolf bante hi senses waise hi amplify ho jayengi… mujhe toh chhup kar chalne wali rune chahiye.’
Dark Rune par nazar padi.
<Target ko andhere mein ghula deta hai, qadam awaz ke baghair, aura suppressed. Perfect for hiding and ambush.>
Sikandar ne sar hilaaya.
‘Hamari team ke aankh aur kaan banega, toh yeh rune bilkul sahi hai.’
Jab woh Karan ki taraf muskuraya… Karan ka rang udd gaya.
Yeh muskurahat koi aam nahi thi — yeh shikar karne wale janwar jaisi thi.
Sikandar aage badha, haath barhaya.
Karan piche hta, magar deewar se takra gaya.
Sikandar ki peeche se ubharti dark-red aura dekh kar uska dil kaanp gaya.
Sikandar ne uske seene par haath rakha aur usay deewar par jamaa diya.
“Brand!”
SHING!
Rune jagmagayi, aur Karan ka seena jalne laga.
“AAARRGGHHH!”
Awaaz itni zayada hirani aur dard se bhari thi ke kamra ka mahaul kaanp gaya.
CRACK! CRACK!
Uski haddiyan moad kar badalne lagi.
Pain itna gehra tha ke uski cheekhain rooh kaanp deti theen.
Sikandar ne uska muh dabb liya ke koi bahar sun na le.
Phir usay kheench kar khidki ke paas le gaya—
Chandni uske badan par padte hi transformation tez ho gaya.
Paanch minute guzre… phir dus.
Karan ka jism tharthara raha tha. Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.
<Transformation Success. Feed user’s blood.>
Sikandar ne apna haath kaata aur uske muh par rakh diya.
Lekin achanak—
“AAARRRGHHH!!!”
<Exceeding blood limit! Stop!>
Sikandar ne harbrah kar khoon rok diya.
Karan zameen par gir kar ulat palat hone laga.
Apni hi skin nochne laga — junoon had se zyada.
“System, yeh kya ho raha hai!?”
<Zyada khoon diya gaya. Transformation ab almost “Perfect Werewolf” ke barabar. Ab sab uski willpower par hai.>
Sikandar ghabra gaya lekin kar kuch nahi sakta tha.
Kamra soundproof karne ke liye usne Silent Rune laga diya.
Kuch dair baad…
Cheekhain achanak rukh gayi.
Karan bilkul be-harkat pada tha.
Sikandar ne dhadkan check ki—
Kuch nahi.
“Shit…”
Sikandar ne apne baalon mein haath phere.
Uski wajah se Karan mar gaya tha.
Lekin achanak—
HAAA!!
Karan ne aik geheri saans li aur tezi se uth baitha.
“Kya… kya hua?! Kya sab khatam ho gaya!?”
Uska chehra bilkul safed tha, darr se kaamp rha tha.
Sikandar ne jaldi se kaha,
“Theek hai. Sab khatam. Saans lo… theek hai.”
Karan piche hatta, dar aur confusion dono saath.
“Tum ne mere saath kya kiya…?”
Jawaab dene se pehle, Sikandar ne system se uske stats dekhe:
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Karan Cervantes
Race: Half-Werewolf
Power: Rank Three (Peak) – Sense Overload
Mental: 43
Strength: 37
Agility: 67
Endurance: 36
Intelligence: 0
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Sikandar ki aankhein hairat se phail gayi.
‘Mujhay yakeen nahi ho raha… gifted log itne zyada evolve ho jaate hain… yeh toh socha bhi nahi tha.’
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Sikandar ne Karan ki taraf hairaan nazar se dekha. Karan ki taqat ka woh achanak izafa bilkul hee hadood se bahar tha.
Ek rank zero insan ko uthaa kar seedha peak rank three tak pohancha dena… yeh koi aam baat nahi thi. Agar yeh baat bahar phel jaaye toh log ise mojza kehne lagen.
Sikandar ne andar se system ko pukara,
“System, yeh itna taqatwar kaise ho gaya?”
<System:
"Yeh sab target ki Werewolf bloodline ke saath compatibility par depend karta hai. Aksar ziyada khoon dena target ko mazboot banata hai… lekin agar target ki aptitude se zyada khoon diya jaye, toh woh aik gamble ban jata hai. Marnay ka imkaan bohot zyada hota hai. Lekin agar target zinda bach jaye… toh woh aik aur hi qisam ka, zyada powerful Werewolf ban sakta hai.">
Yeh sun kar Sikandar ne bhainvein charhaai,
“Alag qisam ka Werewolf…? Is ka kya matlab hai?”
Magar system ne koi jawab na diya. Us ki yeh khamoshi Sikandar ko aur bechain kar gayi—usey kisi bhi qisam ke surprise bilkul pasand nahi the.
Sikandar ne Karan ko dekha jo abhi tak apni badan ki tabdeeliyaan mehsoos kar raha tha.
“Maine tumhein mazboot banaya hai, bas. Itna hi.”
Sikandar ne beparwai se kaha aur dusri teaf pare bhari sofa par baith gaya.
“Kaisa mehsoos kar rahe ho? Koi farq?”
Karan ne apne haath band kar phir khol kar mehsoos kiya.
“Main… main bohot behtar mehsoos kar raha hoon. Aisa lag raha hai jaise main kabhi is qadar zinda nahi raha. Mujhe lagta hai main is power ke saath… ek Orc bhi maar sakta hoon!”
Sikandar halka sa muskura diya.
“Tum toh soch bhi nahi sakte… tum kitne mazboot ho chuke ho.”
Sikandar ki nazar Karan ke jism par padhi—us ka pehle se acha posture ab pur-muscles tha. Baazu par halke baal aaye hue the, aur upar ke daanton par chhote se fangs barizon ki tarah chamak rahe the.
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<Pack Quest>
Silverstar Pack ko barhane ke liye user ko prove karna hoga ke woh asal mein ek leader ban sakta hai.
Carabidis Temple se Carabidis Gem hasil karo.
Adhara ne apna haath uthaya jahan us ki phool jaisi safed dragon tattoo kali roshni mein chamak rahi thi—wrist se lekar elbow tak. Jise dekh kar Sikandar ko yakeen hua ke woh rank four pohanch chuki thi. Usay to imaginary dragon ki garaj bhi sunayi di.
“Tum rank four par pohanch gayi?”
Sikandar ne khushi se poocha.
Adhara ne apni purple fire jalai,
“Bilkul. Main bojh nahi banoongi.”
Us ki nazar Karan par padi. Woh usay dekh kar hairan reh gayi.
“Welcome to the family. Mujhe pata hai dard hota hai… lekin tum survive kar gaye.”
Sikandar ne dheemi awaz mein Adhara ke kaan ke paas kaha,
“Isay iski nayi power ka istemaal sikhana. Us ki nayi aadatein bhi note karna… aur haan, isay mat batana ke main ne isay Werewolf banaya.”
Phir woh kamra chhod kar bahar nikal gaya.
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Sikandar Troy ke paas gaya aur bola,
“Mujhe Warchief ka location dikhayo.”
Woh usay khud dekhna chahta tha.
Raaste mein phir wohi gareeb log nazar aaye. Unki zindagi dekh kar faisala karna mushkil hota ke zyada bura kya tha—zindagi ya halat.
Achanak us ki nazar ek jagah ruk gai.
“Woh roshni kyun jal rahi hai?”
Troy ne kandhe uchaaye,
“Yeh yahan ke logon ka mazhabi scene hai. Pastor bohot powerful hota hai. Us ne kaha ke ek aurat ne yeh sab shuru kiya… usay ‘witch’ qarar diya. Kehte hain woh aik Orc ke saath dekhi gayi thi.”
Sikandar ne church ki taraf dekha,
“Chhor do. Ek Orc ka insan se dosti karna namumkin hai.”
Troy hans diya.
“Agar Orc dosti bhi karna chahe… koi insan us ka dost bannay ko tayyar nahi hota. Lagta hai woh aurat andhi nikli.”
Dono shehar ki badi deewar par charrh kar upar pohanch gaye. Guards ne unhein rasta de diya.
Troy ne door se ishara kiya,
“Wahan. Sabse bada camp… Warchief ussi mein hoga.”
Sikandar ne aankhen tang kar ke dekha—sky-high imaraton ke darmiyan aik purana sa massive wooden hut bohot ajeeb lag raha tha. Magar bilkul Warchief jaisa.
“Main check kar ke aata hoon.”
Troy ka moonh khul gaya.
“Akela?! Paagal ho kya? Orcs tumhein phaar daalay ge!”
Magar Sikandar bina jawab diye seedha deewar se kudh gaya—bilkul panther ki tarah.
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Ussi waqt…
Rosie aik rooftop par akeli baithi moonlight mein drink le rahi thi.
Woh bilkul udaas thi, bilkul gumzada.
Neeche kuch log gupshup kar rahe the:
“Kya pata Sikandar—ne usay dump kar diya ho?”
“Haan yaar, woh larki sirf achi lagti hai… lekin talent Sikandar jaisa ho hi nahi sakta. Obviously woh us ka saath nahi nibha sakti.”
“Bhai, jaise tum bohot hero ho…”
Yeah! “Agar Rosie tumhare saath chipak kar bhi aa jaye, to tum aur tumhara junior dono usay accept kar logay, chahe woh kitni hi talentless kyun na ho!”
Baaki students Rosie ke peeche hans hans kar baatein kar rahe thay.
Rosie ne sab kuch suna, par usme itni himmat nahi bachi thi ke react kare.
“Talentless… kya yehi asal wajah hai?” woh halki awaaz mein bolti hai.
“Ya phir hamari ambitions alag hain… bas yehi baat hai?”
Chaand ki roshni us par padh rahi thi, jaise woh usay tasalli de raha ho. Uske gaalon par behte aansu chamak rahe thay, jaise uss shakhs ki tawajjo chah rahe hon jiski wajah se woh gir rahe thay.
Rosie ne aansu ponchne ki koshish ki, magar bekaar. Naye aansu phir behne lage.
Woh tootay hue dil ke saath bulti hai, “Sikandar… tumne mere saath aisa kyun kiya? Main sirf tumhare saath rehna chahti thi… par tumhari nazrein itni thandi kyun ho gayi?”
“Kya tumhe mere liye zara si bhi feeling nahi thi? Kya tum bas is liye madad kar rahe thay ke main tumhari asli identity duniya ko na bata doon? Bas itna hi tha?”
Rosie zaar-o-qatar roti rehti hai, logon ki ishare bhi usay rok nahi sake.
Woh chaand ki taraf dekhti hai, aankhon mein aansu bhar kar.
“I swear… main qasam kha kar kehti hoon… tum phir se mujhe pehle jaisi nazron se dekhoge.”
“Bas dekhna…”
“Bas dekhna…”
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Sikandar ab Warchief ke bade hut ke paas pahunch chuka tha. Woh chup kar aas-paas ghus raha tha.
Kuch Orcs nazar aaye, lekin kisi ne uski presence mehsoos nahi ki.
‘Yahan itne kam Orcs kyun hain?’ Sikandar ne socha.
Phir woh center wale hut ki taraf gaya jahan bohot saare massive, muscular Orcs guard kharay thay.
Ye aam Orcs nahi thay—
Bohot bade jism, lambi deadly tusks, janwaron ki hides, aur runes wale hathiyaar.
Sab ke sab early Rank Four.
Hut ke andar ghusna exposure hota, is liye Sikandar peechay ki taraf jaa kar ruk gaya.
Andar ek bara sa silhouette nazar aa raha tha. Sikandar ne andaza laga liya—
Ye hi Warchief hai.
Hut leather ka bana tha, mota aur sound-proof jaisa… lekin Sikandar ki super hearing phir bhi sab sun rahi thi.
“Chief, ek report hai,” ek Orc bola.
“Kaisi report? Behtar ho acchi ho,” Warchief garaj kar bola.
Sikandar inki zubaan samajh nahi sakta tha.
“System, kya tum translate kar sakte ho?”
<System: User 500 Gold de kar permanent Orc Language seekh sakta hai. Seekhna chahta hai?>
Sikandar ne foran “Yes” keh diya.
500 gold ke badle ek language? Bohot sasta.
Translation active hotay hi, awaazein clearly samajh aane lagin.
“Chief, insaanon ko dobara backup mil gaya hai. Hum rok nahi paaye… woh bohot taqatwar thay,” Orc ne darte hue kaha.
BAM!
Warchief ne kuch zor se patka.
“Bekaar log! Agar woh taqatwar hain… to aur acha! Aaj Xoruk ke liye humara jang ka din hai!”
“Lekin chief… hum unki deewaron ko breach nahi kar pa rahe. Bohot Orc mar jayenge…”
Atmosphere aik dum heavy hogaya.
Warchief dheere dheere Orc ke paas aaya.
“KYA TUM MUJHE XORUK KO CHHORNE KO KEH RAHE HO!”
Uski garaj ne Sikandar ka dil hila diya.
‘Iska aura… mid ya peak Rank Four,’ Sikandar ne andaza lagaya.
Orc ne phir kaha, “Lekin chief… woh ghar se bhaag gaya tha. Chahe Xoruk yahaan ho, aur chahe insaan usay na pakrein, woh phir bhaag jayega…”
Warchief aur gussa ho gaya.
“Mujhe pata hai woh yahin kahin hai! Use dhoondo! Aur use ghar wapas lao!”
“Hamari fauj ne already hamla shuru kar diya hai… iss dafa hum poori taqat se aaye hain,” Orc ne Wedron City ki taraf ishara karte hue bola.
Warchief ne garaj kar jawab diya:
“To phir hum bhi join karte hain!”
Sikandar ki aankhen phail gayin.
“Woh shehar par already hamla kar chuke?! Main careless hogaya… Adhara aur Karan itne saare Orcs ko rok nahi sakte!”
Woh shehar ki taraf full speed se daur pada.
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“Men! Char groups mein baanto! Deewaron ki hifazat karo! Orcs ne hamla shuru kar diya hai!”
Troy ki awaaz poore base mein gunji.
Sab soldiers apni positions ki taraf bhaag gaye.
Black crow tattoo wala banda aaya:
“Main south wall ja raha hoon, wahan bohot Orcs hain.”
Troy ne sir hila diya.
Peechay se Adhara aur Karan bhi aa gaye, logon ko hichkiyon aur darr mein dekhtay hue.
“Sikandar kahan hai?” Adhara ne poocha. Goliyaan chalne ki awaaz already sunayi de rahi thi.
Troy ne kaha, “Woh Warchief check karne gaya tha. Umeed hai awaaz sun kar wapas aayega.”
Phir usne order diya:
“Adhara, tum north wall jao.”
“Karan, tum west wall. Orcs ne aaj raat full power mein hamla kiya hai. Lagta hai ye unka last push hai!”
Adhara ne sir hila kar Karan ki taraf dekha.
Uske kandhe par haath rakh kar boli,
“Agar situation bohot mushkil ho jaye… retreat kar lena. Bas waqt guzarna hai jab tak Sikandar wapas nahi aa jata.”
Karan ne shehar ke dare hue chehre dekhe.
Woh apna hausla jama kar ke bola:
“Main theek ho jaunga. Chalo, baki ko help karte hain.”
Shehar ki jang shuru ho gayi.
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Wedron City ka church
Aik sohne chehre wali golden baalon wali aurat—
Mary Liconstein
—altar ke saamne zanjeeron se bandhi thi. Jism par zakhmon ki bharmaar. Aankhon mein dhund.
Logon ka hichkana, unki nafrat… sab uski taraf tha.
“Mary Liconstein… kya tum apne gunaah maanti ho? Khuda se maafi maangogi?” pastor ne pucha.
Cling—
Zanjeer hile.
Mary ne kamzor awaaz mein kaha,
“Main mana karti hoon. Mujhe kisi Orc se koi lena dena nahi.”
“BEHOODGI! Khuda ke saamne jhoot?! Tumhari saza—crucifixion!”
Log pathar uthane lage, aur Mary par barsa diye.
Do aadmi aage badhe, usay zabardasti cross par pin karne lage.
Mary cheekh uthi, lekin do aadmi bahut taqatwar thay.
Nail haath ke through ghusne laga—
“RAAAHHHH!!”
Khoon cross pe tapak raha tha.
“WITCH!!”
“JAADUGARNI!!”
“Hamare bache tumhari wajah se mare!”
Mary roti rahi, har ilzaam se inkaar karti hui.
Haath dono pin ho chuke thay, ab paon ki baari thi.
“Rehm karo… please…” woh cheekh kar boli.
Lekin aadmi ne hammer uthaya, pastor ne sanjida, pathar dil se sar jhuka kar dua shuru kar di—
Koi reham nahi.
Us waqt Mary ki nazar khidki ke bahar par gayi.
Woh kisi par focus karti hui halki si muskura kar boli,
“It's okay…”
Hammer utha —
logon ki aankhen sardi se bhar gayin —
jab achanak…
“NO!!!”
BAM!!
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Meanwhile, shehar har taraf se Orcs ke hamlay ka shikar ho raha tha.
Woh paagal jaison ki tarah bhaagte hue aa rahe thay, unke liye zakhmi ya mare hue saathi bilkul be-maani thay. Bas aik hi cheez un ke zehan mein thi—tabahi.
Adhara ki side par takreeban 90 se 100 Orcs deewar ki taraf daud rahe thay.
Adhara ne door se hi Fire Schimitars ka jadu chalaya. Aaj un ki shakal badli hui thi—
aag purple rang ki thi, zyada ghanay, zyada khatarnaak… jaise har talwar andar se garaj rahi ho.
BOOM!
Aik zor ka dhamaka hua aur purple fire blast ne kayi Orcs ko zinda jala diya.
Adhara jaise Fire Elementalist aise battlefield mein qayamat lasakti thi—
aur aaj woh early Rank 4 thi…
Orcs bilkul bhi barabari nahin kar sakte thay.
Do military soldiers uske saath thay, dono goliyaan chalate hue Orcs ko peeche rakhne ki pur-josh koshish kar rahe thay.
“Is raftar se hum inko rok sakte hain!” aik soldier ne cheekh kar kaha.
Magar Adhara ka zehan bechain tha.
‘Mujhe jaldi karni hogi… East side sirf military ke hawale hai, wahan Sikandar bhi hai…’
Usne ek aur purple Fire Schimitars ka hamaala kiya jab achanak—
“Huaakhh!”
Adhara ne khoon ugal diya.
Soldiers hiraan ho gaye. Khud Adhara bhi sun ho gayi.
‘Yeh… kya? Main ne mana kabhi iss spell se exhaust nahin kiya…’
Orcs deewar par mukke maar rahe thay, lohay ka wall dent hona shuru ho gaya.
Adhara ne daant bhinche.
‘Purple fire… main abhi iss naye element ki aadat mein nahi. Iska bojh zyada hai…’
CLAP!
Usne dono haath zor se taali ki shakal mein takraye. Neeche zameen par aik baday daayray ki purple aag jal uthi.
Khoon uske labon se behne laga.
“Purple Fire Magic – Ring of Fire!”
BOOOM!!
Zameen phat padi. Purple aag ne 20 se zyada Orcs ko pal bhar mein raakh kar diya.
Magar iska nateeja sakht tha.
Adhara ghutnon par gir gayi—
phir se khoon aaya… uski mana khatam ho chuki thi.
“Medic! Yahan lao! Jaldi!!” soldier cheekha.
Aik aurat daudi aur Adhara ki halat check ki.
“External zakhm nahi… andar ka damage hai. Mana exhaustion lagti hai,” usne kaha.
Aur aam insaan mana ka ilaj kar hi nahi sakta tha.
Baqi bache hue Orcs apne saathiyon ki jalay hue laashein dekh kar bilkul deewane ho gaye.
Military ne Adhara ko peeche kheench liya, magar deewar tootne ke qareeb thi.
Tabhi…
ROAAARRR!!
Zameen hil gayi.
Aik do guna bara Orc saamne aaya. Uske moonh ke dono taraf se baday, khofnaak daant nikle hue thay.
Woh bhari qadamoun se “tank jaisa” bhaagta hua deewar ki taraf daura.
Military ne saari firing uss aik qatil Orc par laga di.
BOOM!!
Deewar ka kamzor hissa toot kar gir gaya—
North Wall breach ho chuki thi.
“Sir Troy! North Wall breach ho gaya hai!” soldier ne radio par cheekha.
Adhara larazti hoi uthti hai.
‘Sikandar… jaldi aao. Shehar toot gaya hai…’
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West side par Sikandar kam Orcs ka saamna kar raha tha.
Usne faisla kiya ke woh deewar ke neeche rukne ke bajaaye seedha baahar nikal kar Orcs se saamna karega.
Teen military soldiers uske saath thay.
BAM!!
Sikandar ka mukka aik bhayankar Orc ke moonh par laga,
Orc hawa mein jhatka kha kar peeche ja gira.
Sikandar ne zameen par pari aik battle axe uthai.
Uske andar kuch badal chuka tha…
Uska jism ab har hamlay ko mehsoos kar sakta tha,
jaise reflexes khud-bakhud chal rahe hon…
jaise uska ek ek hissa jang ke liye bana ho.
Teen Orcs haath mein axes liye uski taraf daure.
Sikandar ne aik saans li—
Phir uska jism khud harkaatein karne laga.
Woh teenon ke hamlay se palak jhapakte bach gaya,
phir aik ghumaao se unki baazoo kat kar alag kar di.
Orcs farsh par gir kar cheekhne lage.
Military ne foran unka kaam tamam kar diya.
Har jaga Sikandar ne Orcs ko zakhmi kiya,
soldiers unka final blow dete gaye.
Jang unke haq mein thi.
Woh Sikandar ki pehli asal jang thi…
Tabhi—
BOOM!!
Door kahi se aik deffaning dhamaka sunai diya. Awaaz seedha north wall ki taraf se aa rahi thi.
Kya Adhara ki side breach hogayi?
Is khayal ne Sikandar ka dil jumbish se bhar diya. Woh aur tez larta hua Orcs ko kaatne laga, har war pe us ki bechaini barh rahi thi.
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North Wall — Adhara Ki Side
Orcs ne akhirkar north wall ko tod diya.
Sab se aagay woh bara Orc tha. Woh deewaron ke pathar jhatak kar khud ko seedha karta hai, phir ghusse se dahadta hua apna bara sa axe utha kar aage bhagta hai. Baqi Orcs bhi uske peechay pagaloon ki tarah daur parte hain.
ROAR!!
Troy ko info milti hai ke north wall gir chuki hai.
“Mardon! City Hall ki hifazat ke liye tayyar ho jao!”
Dus military personnel apni half-banayi brick wall ke peeche position le lete hain. Shahr ki sari awaam pehle hi City Hall ke andar ghus chuki thi.
Unki nigahon ke aakhir mein woh bara Orc nazar aata hai jo har cheez ko tor-phor kar aata ja raha hai.
ROAR!!
“FIRE!!”
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
Enhanced bullets ki baarish ne Orcs ko kuch dair rok liya. Bara Orc bhi ruk gaya—pehli martaba uski aankhon mein dard ki jhalak nazar aayi.
Phir woh pair uthata hai…
BOOM!!
Ek bhayanak stomp!
Zameen mein gehri darar phail jati hai jo seedhi military ki wall tak jaati hai. Wall toot jati hai. Log udd jate hain. Hathiyaar toot jaate hain. Troy bhi gir padta hai.
Orcs phir se charge karte hain.
Troy unko apni taraf aata dekh kar aankhen band kar leta hai.
“Yahi end hai…”
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THUD!!
BOOM!!
Adhara bijli ki raftaar se Troy ke saamne land karti hai. Purple flames ka dhamaaka nikal kar Orcs ko peeche phenkti hai. Uske hont se khoon beh raha hota hai—phir bhi woh himmat se khadi hoti hai.
Bara Orc aik aur Orc ko shield ki tarah apne saamne pakad leta hai.
Phir woh us shield wali laash ke neeche paday axe ko uthata hai—
Aur poori taqat se Adhara par phenk deta hai.
SWOOSH!!
Axe ke runes us par purple flames ka asar nahi hone dete. Adhara ko pata hi nahi chalta—flames ne view block kar rakha tha.
Axe bilkul sahi direction mein aa raha tha—
“WATCH OUT!!”
STAB!!
Karan beech mein aa kar apne shoulder blades se axe ko rokh leta hai. Impact se woh ud kar pass ki deewar se takra jata hai.
Adhara dhakka kha kar side pe hoti hai—aur aghast hoke mur kar dekhte hi uska saans ruk jata hai.
Karan pinned hai. Khoon beh raha hai.
Bara Orc naye axe ke saath phir daur parta hai.
“Adhara!! Orc aa raha hai!” Karan chillaata hai.
Adhara mur kar dekhti hai. Bara Orc ka pahad jaisa jism uski vision ko block kar raha hota hai. Peechay aur Orcs uske kandhon pe chipke hue.
Adhara aik second bhi zaya nahi karti.
Rune glow karta hai. Uska pura jism purple aag se jal uthta hai.
Upar hawaa mein aik bara purple fireball ban kar chamakne lagta hai.
Phir—
SWOOOOSH!!
Zameen poora purple flames ka samundar ban jati hai.
Aam Orcs ki taangen vaporize ho jati hain. Bara Orc ke paon bhi ubal kar tootne lage.
ROAR!!
Woh mushkil se dusra axe phenkta hai—iss martaba kam power se.
Karan ne dekh liya.
Woh chhalang lagata hai.
Moonlight uske jism mein quwwat bhar deti hai. Axe usko slow motion mein spin karta hua nazar aata hai.
Woh dono haathon se axe ko hawaa mein pakad leta hai.
Axe ki rotation ki quwwat uske haath kaatne lagti hai lekin woh chhorne se inkaar kar deta hai.
Momentum ke saath seedha lambi chhalang mara deta hai—
SLASH!!
Bara Orc ka sar hawaa mein ghoomta hua urh jata hai.
Uska jism purple flames mein gir kar vaporize ho jata hai.
Karan khud bhi flames ki taraf gir raha hota hai—
Adhara hosh mein aakar aag band karti hai. Lekin tab tak Karan ka elbow jal chuka hota hai.
“Karan!!”
Woh daud kar uske paas aati hai.
“Kya tum theek ho? Itna reckless kyun kiya?”
Karan dard se hansi rok kar kehta hai:
“Woh axe tumhe kaat deta. Main… main reh nahi sakta tha.”
Adhara muskura deti hai.
Woh dekhte hai ke Karan ka zakhm dheere dheere khud theek ho raha hai.
“Kya… mera zakhm khud band ho raha hai?” Karan hiraan hota hai.
“Yeh aik quwwat hai jo tumhe Sikandar ne di hai,” Adhara kehti hai. “Chhote zakhm tum khud heal kar loge.”
Troy aata hai—thaka hua, lekin zinda.
“Shukriya… agar tum na aate to hum sab mar jate…”
Adhara halki si thandi saans leti hai.
“Lekin jung abhi baqi hai…”
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“Bhago!! Orc aa gaya!!”
Log church se cheekhte hue bhaagne lagte hain. Sheeshe toot ke girte hain. Ek bara Orc andar ghus aata hai.
Konay mein chipke log usko dekh kar kaamp rahe hote hain.
Ek aurat jo cross par pinned hoti hai—uski aankhon mein confusion bharti ja rahi hoti hai.
Pastor cheekhta hai:
“Main janta tha! Tu gandi aurat hai! Insaniyat ki dushman!!”
Cross par pakadne wale aadmi already bhaag chuke thay.
Runes aur Transformation
North Wall — Adhara Ki Side
