CHAPTER 49 Dance of Shadows and the Invisible Enemy
The air in those three narrow streets of Nabhgadh had stopped moving. Even the moonlight could not reach there, as if an invisible hand was blocking it. Agni could hear his own heartbeat like a distant war drum. Thud thud. Thud thud. An irregular rhythm, as if his heart was also scared. Sweat had formed on his palm, leaving a sticky feeling on Jwala hilt.
Varunya was at the front. Her usual calm grace was gone. Today there was restlessness. A hurry, as if she was racing against a deadline. She stopped in front of an old, crumbling house. The wood of the house had rotted, and the nails on the door had rusted red brown. Without any sound, just with her finger, she pointed inside.
Agni nodded. One by one, the seven figures entered the house.
The atmosphere inside was completely different from outside. The air was thick, like a mix of oil and old books. In the middle of the room, an earthen lamp was burning, but its flame was not normal. It was black. A black that did not spread light, but darkness. As the black flame light fell on the walls, the shadows there became deeper, and then began to move.
Careful, Agni roar echoed in the room. He pulled his sword Jwala out of its sheath. The metal sound cut like a scream. Chinggg. The fire from the sword tried to light up the room. Flames hit the walls, but the shadows in the corners did not move. Instead, they became denser.
Then something happened that no one had imagined.
The shadows began to separate from the walls and descend to the floor. They flowed like liquid, crawled like poisonous snakes, moving toward the seven warriors. They had no shape. No face. Just deep black spots that kept changing their form every moment.
Akshansh hair stood on end. He drew his sword Nakshatra, and a few lightning sparks flashed on its edge.
Then the floor shook.
With a sound of cracking, black chains emerged from the floor. These were not ordinary chains. They were made of smoke, but felt solid. They waved in the air and moved straight toward Akshansh.
Akshansh swung his sword with lightning speed. Shh. A gust of blue lightning struck the chains. There was an explosion, sparks flew.
But the chains did not break.
Acharya, Akshansh shouted, a hint of fear in his voice for the first time. These chains are not made of iron. They are made of smoke. My lightning is passing right through them.
Agni saw. Akshansh lightning had passed between the chains, but the chains were completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened to them. They were still moving toward Akshansh.
Just then, three figures emerged from the dark corners.
Shadow warriors.
They had no solid body. They were figures made of haze, inside which something kept moving. They had eyes. Two red dots, like glowing coals, shining in the dark. They also had swords in their hands, but those swords were also made of haze, with a black glow on their edge.
Agni sent a huge fire wheel from Jwala. The flames swirled through the air and moved straight toward the three, to face them.
But as soon as the flames touched those warriors, something strange happened.
They turned into smoke. The flames passed right through them, and then the smoke gathered again and appeared right behind Agni.
Aksh, Kalpit, Agni ordered, urgency in his voice. Find the children. We will stop these.
Aksh and Kalpit ran. Aksh lifted his heavy mace, and Kalpit closed his eyes and began to feel. Signs of life. Heartbeats. Anything.
Agni placed his hand on his second sheath. There was Neer sword. Varshini. He pulled it out. The sword was cold. Lifeless. He put all his strength into it, remembering Neer. His smile. His voice. His calm water like nature.
Wake up, he whispered, a plea in his voice. Neer. Your power. Why is it not waking up in my hand.
But Varshini remained the same. Cold. Like a heavy lifeless stone. Not a single drop of water came from it.
A flicker of helplessness flashed in Agni eyes. For a moment, his shoulders dropped. Then he quickly tied Varshini to his waist, and with only Jwala, jumped into the dance of death.
Just then a shadow warrior tried to strike Varunya from behind.
Without turning, Varunya put her hand back. Her palm opened, and a black blue energy exploded from it. This energy was different from Nirag dark energy. It had a blue glow, like stars twinkling in the midnight sky.
The explosion threw the warrior to the other end of the room. He hit the wall, and his hazy body became unstable for a few moments.
Another warrior rushed toward her.
Varunya did not strike him.
Instead, with lightning speed, she touched his forehead.
A sharp blue flash happened.
And that warrior began to melt.
Like a wax candle kept near a flame. His hazy body turned liquid and flowed onto the floor, and in a few moments, he completely disappeared. Only a blue pearl remained there. Small, glowing, like a frozen drop of dew.
Varunya picked it up with lightning speed and hid it in her black clothes.
Agni had seen all this.
Varunya, his voice thundered, a mix of anger and surprise. What was that? What are you hiding from us?
A flash of panic showed in Varunya blue eyes for a moment. A panic that did not fit her calm eyes. But she looked away from Agni and began turning the remaining warriors to ash with her energy.
Meanwhile, Kalpit touched the wall of the house with trembling hands.
His eyes widened.
Acharya, his voice trembled. The walls are beating.
Aksh looked at him. What?
Like there is a heart beating inside them, Kalpit said, his fingers pressed against the wall. The beat is irregular. Fast.
Aksh lifted his heavy mace and struck the wall hard.
Stones broke. Dust flew.
But there was no child inside.
There were thousands of nails.
Iron nails, driven into the wall in a mysterious pattern. They were connected to each other, and a faint hum was coming from them. A sound that did not enter the ears, but echoed directly in the mind.
This is a trap, Kalpit voice filled with fear. He moved his hand near the nails. And the hair on his fingers stood up. These nails are sending a signal. A magnetic pull pointing somewhere else.
He closed his eyes, focused his mental power. Then suddenly opened them. The real sacrifice is not happening here. It is happening at the Void Peak. Nirag is there.
At that same time, Vedika found a secret cellar door nearby. The door was hidden in the floor, covered with an old mat. She opened the door.
Below, in the cellar, were five children.
Seeing their condition, Vedika soul trembled. The children lay on the ground, their eyes closed. Their bodies were turning cold. So cold that no steam came from their breaths. There were blue marks on their palms, as if ice was flowing in their veins.
Vedika immediately stretched out her hands. Her eyes closed, and a prayer slipped from her lips. Divine green light began to glow from her hands. Soft. Warm. Full of life. The light began to form a protective shield around the children, a shield that would stop them from getting colder.
But Vedika face was turning pale. She was pouring all her life force into saving them, and it was weakening her.
Outside, Anvay saw that more shadow warriors were coming from outside the house. Their numbers were growing. Five. Ten. Fifteen.
Anvay closed his eyes. He called upon his royal power. The power connected to the earth. The ground beneath his feet shook, then cracked.
Huge iron pillars rose from the ground. Thick. Solid. Rusted. They blocked the entrance, like a wall.
Acharya, Anvay shouted, strain in his voice. Hurry. I cannot hold them for long.
Veins popped on his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped from his face.
Just then, something moved in an old mirror kept in the corner of the house.
The mirror was dusty, a thick layer of dust settled on it. But now a blurry figure was emerging in it.
It was not Nirag.
It was a masked man. A black cloth tied on his face, and in his hand was Neer broken bracelet that he always wore.
The figure raised his finger on the mirror. Blood was dripping from his fingertip. Red. Thick blood. He began to write on the mirror.
Fifty five steps more. Then the end of truth.
Agni saw it.
Flames rose in his eyes. You, he roared, rushing toward the mirror.
But before he could reach it, the mirror shattered into thousands of pieces. Glass pieces flew in the air, glittering, then fell to the ground and broke further.
Varunya stood frozen looking at those broken pieces. Her breathing stopped. She had seen that masked man. And as if she recognized him. A tremble ran through her body. A tremble not of fear, but of some deep pain.
Just then, a final shadow warrior tried to strike Agni neck.
Varunya caught his hand in the air.
She grabbed the warrior neck. Not with force. Just a pressure. And then she brought her mouth near his ear and said something in a very low voice.
The words could not be heard. But the warrior body suddenly became calm. The red glow in his eyes dimmed. And then Varunya let him go.
The warrior stepped back without any harm, turned, and disappeared into the darkness.
Agni patience broke.
He grabbed Varunya shoulder and turned her toward him. His grip was so strong that Varunya body jerked.
What did you do, Agni voice had a poisonous sharpness. Why did you let him go? Why did you not finish him? Are you working with them? Is this all a trap?
Varunya looked into Agni burning eyes. There was deep pain in her eyes. A pain that could not be put into words. But no answer. No explanation.
She lowered her eyes. And then, without saying anything, she began to move in the same direction where the Void Peak black shadow was waiting. The mountain where Nirag was, and where the real war was yet to be fought.
Agni watched her go. His fist clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palm. Then he raised his head and looked at his companions.
Get ready, he said, no doubt in his voice now, just an unshakeable resolve. The real war is still left.
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