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The lodge had become a nightmare.
Screams.
Gunfire.
Breaking glass.
And blood.
Far more blood than either Vibya or Mapu wanted to see.
The moment the black-coated men and the police clashed, Vibya immediately understood what had happened.
The tracker.
They had found her.
Mahabir Lama's people had found her.
And if they had found her—
Then staying meant death.
Not just for her.
For everyone nearby.
"Move!" she shouted.
Mapu didn't need to be told twice.
The two sprinted out through a side exit as chaos consumed the lodge behind them.
They ran through narrow alleys.
Jumped fences.
Cut through backstreets.
Neither stopped.
Neither slowed.
As they ran, Vibya's mind remained focused on only one thing.
'Vedha.'
If Yuca was here—
Then eventually they would come for him too.
Several minutes later they finally reached the scrapyard.
The same place where Vedha had been staying.
The massive piles of rusted metal cast long shadows beneath the streetlights while old machinery sat abandoned across the yard like sleeping giants.
Vibya's breathing was heavy as she entered.
Her eyes desperately searched the area.
Then—
She saw him.
Vedha was sitting atop a rusted vehicle while repairing an old machine part.
Completely unaware of the storm heading toward him.
When he looked up and saw Vibya rushing toward him—
His expression immediately changed.
"Vibya?"
Before he could even stand—She reached him.
And hugged him.
Tightly.
For a moment Vedha froze.
Mapu looked away awkwardly.
Even Sebastian, who was nearby sorting scrap parts, pretended to suddenly become very interested in a toolbox.
Only after several seconds did Vibya finally release him.
A sigh escaped her lips.
Relief.
Pure relief.
"You're safe."
Vedha blinked.
"What happened?"
Before she could answer—
A cold voice echoed through the scrapyard.
"Found you."
Everyone froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Standing at the entrance of the yard—Surrounded by several black-coated followers—
Was Yuca.
The atmosphere immediately changed.
The temperature seemed to drop.
Even Vedha, who didn't fully understand the hidden war surrounding him, felt it.
Danger.
Real danger.
Yuca's gaze never left Vibya.
Not once.
As though everyone else present was irrelevant.
Vedha stepped slightly forward.
Instinctively placing himself between them.
"Who are you?"
Yuca smiled faintly.
"A man looking for her."
Vedha's eyes narrowed.
"And if she doesn't want to go?"
The smile vanished.
"Then we take her."
Silence.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Vedha exhaled slowly.
Then rolled his shoulders.
"Yeah."
"I don't think that's happening."
Mapu immediately groaned.
"Why do I feel like this is about to become a terrible idea?"
Sebastian nodded.
"It is."
Yuca calmly removed her gloves.
"You misunderstand."
her eyes moved toward Vedha.
For the first time acknowledging him.
"I am not asking."
Then She moved.
Fast.
Far too fast.
Vedha barely managed to react.
His arm shot up.
CRACK!
The impact sent him sliding several meters across the scrapyard floor.
Metal debris scattered everywhere.
The difference was obvious immediately.
Vedha had fought before.
Street fights.
Loan sharks.
Criminals.
Even dangerous men.
Yuca was something else.
Every movement was precise.
Efficient.
Disciplined.
Years of combat experience refined into instinct.
Vedha lunged forward again.
This time throwing a combination of punches.
Yuca avoided them effortlessly.
One step.
One shift.
One movement.
Then—
THUD!
A knee struck Vedha's stomach.
The air exploded from his lungs.
Before he could recover—
A spinning strike slammed into his shoulder.
Sending him crashing into a pile of scrap metal.
"Vedha!"
Vibya shouted.
He forced himself back up.
Wincing.
Breathing hard.
But the result remained the same.
Again. And again.
And again.
Every exchange ended with Yuca holding the advantage.
Not because Vedha lacked courage.
Not because he lacked determination.
But because Yuca was simply superior.
More experienced. More trained. More deadly.
Standing nearby, Vibya's hands clenched tightly.
Because she knew something Vedha didn't.
Something he couldn't yet understand.
This wasn't a gang member.
This wasn't a criminal.
This wasn't even a normal fighter.
This was one of Mahabir Lama's chosen men.
And against an opponent like that—Bravery alone wasn't enough.
As Vedha staggered back to his feet once more, blood running from the corner of his mouth, Yuca calmly walked toward him.
Not rushed. Not worried.
Certain of victory.
And for the first time that night—Vibya felt genuine fear.
Because unless something changed soon—Vedha was going to lose.
The scrapyard had fallen silent.
Not because the battle had ended.
But because everyone present had realized how one-sided it truly was.
Vedha was on one knee.
Breathing heavily.
His body ached from head to toe.
Blood dripped from a cut above his brow and stained the dusty ground beneath him.
Every muscle screamed in protest.
Yet he still tried to stand.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Across from him, Yuca remained almost untouched.
Her black coat fluttered slightly in the evening wind.
Cold eyes.
Steady breathing.
Not a hint of exhaustion.
To Her, the fight had never truly begun.
Vedha staggered upright one final time.
His vision blurred.
But he still raised his fists.
Yuca watched him for a moment.
Then sighed.
Almost disappointed.
Without another word, he drew both blades from behind his back.
Twin curved weapons gleamed beneath the streetlights.
The killing intent surrounding him became tangible.
Even Sebastian felt it.
Even Mapu felt it.
Even the distant bystanders who had gathered around the scrapyard felt it.
This wasn't another strike.
This wasn't another lesson.
This was the end.
Yuca took a step forward.
The blades lowered slightly.
Preparing for a single decisive strike.
Vedha understood immediately.
His exhausted body instinctively tensed.
But he couldn't move fast enough.
Not anymore.
Then—
"STOP!"
The scream echoed through the scrapyard.
Everyone froze.
Including Yuca.
Standing several meters away was Vibya.
Her hand trembled.
But her eyes did not.
Pressed against her own throat—
Was a blade.
The sharp edge rested against her skin.
A thin line of blood already visible.
Mapu's face turned white.
"Vibya!"
Sebastian took a step forward.
"What are you doing?!"
But Vibya never looked away from Yuca.
Not once.
"If you kill him..."
Her voice shook.
Not from fear.
From determination.
"...I will kill myself."
The entire scrapyard became silent.
Yuca's eyes narrowed slightly.
For the first time that night—
She seemed genuinely interested.
Vibya tightened her grip on the blade.
"If I die..."
"...everything you're searching for dies with me."
The wind swept through the piles of rusted metal.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Vibya continued.
"You need answers."
"You need information."
"You need the path to the Scriptures."
A pause.
"Kill Vedha."
"And you'll never get any of it."
Several seconds passed.
Long.
Painful.
Endless.
Yuca stared at her.
Analyzing. Calculating.
Then—Slowly—The blades disappeared back into their sheaths.
Vedha's shoulders relaxed slightly.
Not because he felt safe.
But because he finally realized what had just happened.
Yuca had chosen.
Not mercy.
Practicality.
The black-coated warrior stepped away from Vedha.
As though He had suddenly become unimportant.
Her entire focus shifted to Vibya.
"Smart."
Her voice remained calm.
Cold. Unemotional.
"You truly are good fellow disciple."
Before anyone could react—Yuca grabbed her wrist.
Firmly.
Mapu immediately rushed forward.
"HEY!"
A follower blocked him instantly.
Sebastian clenched his fists.
Vedha tried to move.
But his battered body refused to cooperate.
Yuca began pulling Vibya toward the main road.
Toward the center of the street.
And only then did everyone notice the sound.
WHUP.
WHUP.
WHUP.
The rhythmic chopping of helicopter blades.
Above the scrapyard.
Above the surrounding buildings.
A helicopter was descending.
Dust exploded outward.
Loose papers flew through the air.
The noise drowned out everything else.
Yuca continued walking without looking back.
Completely confident nobody could stop him.
Vibya stumbled slightly as she was dragged forward.
Yet she didn't resist.
Not anymore.
Because she knew why he had stopped.
And she knew why she was still alive.
She was valuable.
For now.
The helicopter lowered further.
Its searchlight swept across the street.
Illuminating the scrapyard.
Illuminating Yuca.
Illuminating Vibya.
And illuminating Vedha.
Who could only watch helplessly as she was taken away before his eyes.
For the first time since meeting her—
Vedha felt something unfamiliar.
Not anger.
Not frustration.
Helplessness.
And as the helicopter continued descending toward the street—
He made a silent promise to himself.
No matter who these people were.
No matter how powerful they seemed.
He was not letting this be the last time he saw Vibya.
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(Author's POV)
(A/N):
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