The night went on—
Long.
Cold.
Feroz and Mrs. Aliya moved fast through empty streets.
No stopping.
No slowing down.
The energy inside Feroz—
Still there.
Burning.
Running through his body.
But now—
He was getting tired.
His breath heavy.
His body slowing.
His mind full—
Too many questions.
But no time.
"We have to keep moving," Mrs. Aliya said.
She looked back.
Careful.
"That energy blast helped…"
A pause.
"But not for long."
Feroz tried to keep up.
"Where is Yusuf?"
"How far?"
Mrs. Aliya pulled out the map.
Old.
Worn.
Her finger moved across it.
"He is hiding in old ruins."
"Outside the city."
A pause.
"It's dangerous."
"But it's the only place they won't find him easily."
Feroz clenched his fists.
His power was growing.
But he didn't understand it.
Didn't control it.
If Yusuf was the answer—
Then he had no choice.
They kept moving.
Through streets.
Through silence.
Until—
The city ended.
Buildings turned to broken stone.
Old.
Falling apart.
Trees surrounded the path ahead.
Dark.
Thick.
And in the distance—
The ruins.
Standing like something forgotten.
"We're close," Mrs. Aliya whispered.
But then—
A sound.
Soft.
Strange.
They stopped.
A whisper in the air.
Low.
Cold.
Then—
Footsteps.
On gravel.
Feroz's heart raced.
"They're here."
Mrs. Aliya's face hardened.
"Run!"
They ran.
Fast.
Toward the ruins.
The whispers followed.
Growing louder.
Shadows stretched across the trees.
The hunters—
Had found them.
Feroz looked back.
Dark figures moved between the trees.
Cloaked.
Eyes glowing red.
Watching him.
Not human.
One of them raised a hand.
The shadows around it moved.
Twisting.
Forming something sharp.
Like a weapon.
Pure darkness.
It struck.
Fast.
Toward Feroz.
He reacted without thinking.
Raised his arms—
And then—
BOOM.
Light burst out.
Strong.
Bright.
The shadows flew back.
Feroz stumbled.
Breathing hard.
The power—
Stronger now.
More steady.
Mrs. Aliya grabbed him.
"Don't stop!"
"Yusuf is close!"
They ran again.
Into the ruins.
Stone walls around them.
Broken.
Covered in vines.
Old paths.
Hidden turns.
Mrs. Aliya moved fast.
Like she knew the way.
They reached an open space.
A courtyard.
At the end—
A large wooden door.
Covered in strange signs.
Mrs. Aliya ran to it.
Knocked hard.
"Yusuf!"
"It's me!"
"Open the door!"
Feroz turned back.
The shadows were coming.
Closer.
Too close.
His body tensed.
He couldn't fight them all.
Not yet.
Then—
The door moved.
Slow.
Creeeak.
It opened.
A man stood there.
Tall.
Strong.
Sharp eyes.
Rough face.
His eyes locked on Feroz.
And something changed.
Recognition.
"So…" he said slowly.
"The boy is here."
Feroz froze.
Before he could speak—
Yusuf raised his hand.
And suddenly—
Everything went black.