High above the ocean—
A plane cut through a violent storm.
Thunder roared.
Lightning split the sky.
Winds howled like raging beasts.
And inside that plane—
A battle was about to begin.
The Return of an Old Enemy
Lioran, Sharin, and Aishwarya stood surrounded.
Cloaked figures blocked every exit.
The air inside the cabin had turned cold.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
The man in front slowly removed his hood.
The moment his face was revealed—
Time seemed to stop.
"…You—"
Lioran's voice dropped.
Aishwarya's eyes widened.
"…Bheem."
Memories flashed instantly—
The brutal fight.
The struggle.
The pain.
Sharin clenched his fists.
"That guy…"
Bheem Mangal smiled faintly.
"You remember me."
His eyes sharpened.
"I've come to finish what I started."
The three of them instantly took their stances.
Prāṇa flickered faintly around them.
But Bheem raised a hand.
"Relax."
"Before we begin… let me introduce my team."
One by one—
The cloaked figures removed their hoods.
Five people stood behind him.
Four men.
One woman.
Each of them radiated killing intent.
Different.
Unique.
Dangerous.
"We are an assassination unit," Bheem said calmly.
"We don't fail our contracts."
His expression darkened.
"…Except once."
His finger pointed at Lioran.
"You."
Lioran's eyes narrowed.
"That time… I underestimated you."
"I got careless."
His smile twisted.
"But this time…"
"I will kill you."
Aishwarya stepped forward slightly.
"Who sent you?"
Bheem shook his head.
"That information is not for you."
"Our policies don't allow it."
He paused.
"Besides… you won't live long enough to use it."
Lioran's fist tightened.
Golden Prāṇa flickered faintly.
"Let's see."
"I'm not the same as before."
But before attacking—
Lioran noticed something.
"…Wait."
"How did you even find us?"
Bheem smirked.
"Our contractor arranged everything."
"This flight… is your trap."
Silence.
Aishwarya's eyes widened.
"This entire plane…?"
Sharin's expression turned serious.
"…What about the other passengers?"
Bheem replied coldly—
"There are none."
"They were never here."
The realization hit hard.
The empty business class.
The strange cloaks.
The storm.
Everything.
"This whole operation…" Sharin whispered.
"…was built just to kill us."
Lioran looked outside the window.
Dark clouds.
Lightning.
Endless ocean below.
"…Whoever hired you…has terrifying power." Lioran said.
Bheem's voice cut through the tension.
"You've already learned too much."
"Let's end this."
Prāṇa surged from him.
His team spread out.
Each taking position.
The air itself became sharp.
Like blades ready to cut.
A Decision in a Split Second
Sharin stepped forward.
"Let's fight."
Aishwarya ignited flames around her hands.
"We finish them here."
But Lioran shook his head.
"…No."
They looked at him.
"This space is too small."
"We don't know their abilities."
"If we fight here…"
"…we die."
Aishwarya clenched her jaw.
"…Then what do we do?"
Lioran's eyes shifted toward the window.
Below—
Through the storm—
A faint silhouette appeared.
An island.
Surrounded by ocean.
Perfect.
He clenched his fist.
"Be ready."
"For what?" Sharin asked.
Lioran didn't answer.
He punched downward.
"PRĀṆA FIST!"
BOOOOOOOM—!!!
The floor shattered.
A massive hole opened beneath them.
Wind exploded into the cabin.
The plane screamed.
All of them lost balance—
And fell.
"What are you doing?!" Aishwarya shouted.
"We're at least a thousand meters high!"
Lioran grabbed her arm mid-fall.
"Look down!"
She did.
Water.
And an island nearby.
"We fight there!"
Above them—
The plane began spiraling out of control.
Alarms blared.
Inside the broken aircraft—
Bheem stood calmly near the edge.
"…Trying to escape?"
He turned slightly.
"Booma."
One of his teammates stepped forward.
"Don't let them."
Booma raised his hand.
Prāṇa gathered.
The air twisted.
Then—
He thrust his palm forward.
"Cyclone Release."
WHOOOOOOOOOO—!!!
A massive tornado erupted from his hand.
It shot downward.
Straight toward the falling trio.
Torn Apart Mid-Air
"What the—?!" Sharin shouted.
The tornado swallowed them instantly.
Violent winds tore around them.
They spun uncontrollably.
"I can't stabilize!" Aishwarya yelled.
"This isn't natural wind!" Lioran shouted.
"It's controlled!"
The tornado tightened.
Then—
Split.
Into three.
"What?!" Lioran's eyes widened.
Each tornado wrapped around one of them.
Separating them instantly.
"LIORAN—!" Aishwarya and Sharin screamed.
But the wind devoured their voices.
Each of them was thrown in a different direction.
Toward different parts of the island.
WHOOSH—!!!
They vanished into the storm.
Crash of Fate
Above—
The damaged plane spun violently.
Flames erupted from one engine.
Lightning struck it.
KRAAAAAASH—!!!
The aircraft spiraled downward.
And slammed into the island.
A massive explosion followed.
BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!
Fire rose into the sky.
Debris scattered across the land.
The storm continued to rage.
The Hunt Begins
On the burning wreckage—
Bheem stood calmly.
Completely unharmed.
His team landed around him one by one.
Booma smirked.
"They're scattered."
"Good," Bheem said.
His eyes glowed faintly.
"Now the hunt becomes more interesting."
The female assassin stepped forward.
"Who takes who?"
Bheem smiled.
"I'll take Lioran."
His voice turned cold.
"The rest of you…"
"Capture the others."
Lightning flashed behind them.
The island trembled under the storm.
And somewhere—
Far across different parts of the island—
Lioran…
Sharin…
And Aishwarya—
Fell.
Separated.
Alone.
Surrounded by enemies.
The real battle—
Had just begun.
TO BE CONTINUED…