Scene: The Silent Grave
As the thick clouds of ancient dust finally settle, the silence in the underground chamber becomes deafening. Rivan stands there, his legs trembling. He looks at the figure emerging from the shadows—a man who shouldn't be alive.
Adheera doesn't just walk; he glides. Every step he takes feels like a heartbeat skipping. Before Rivan can even blink, Adheera is already there. With a sound like a whip cracking through the air, Adheera's hand bolts forward, locking onto Rivan's throat like a vice grip.
Rivan clawed at the hand, but it felt like trying to move a mountain of cold steel.
Rivan (Choking, eyes bulging): "Who... who the hell are you?! How did you get in here?"
Adheera (Voice like grinding stones): "Names are for the living, boy. But for you... I am ADHEERA."
Rivan (Desperate, trying to regain his ego): "You think... you're big? My men are right above us! Fifty guns, a hundred blades! One signal from me and they will turn this temple into your tomb! Let go!"
Adheera's lips curled into a slow, terrifying smirk. He leaned in so close that Rivan could see the void in his eyes.
Adheera: "Oh... so you think numbers make you strong? Killing a piece of trash like you feels like a waste of my time. But since your 'gang' is so eager to meet their end... my game... STARTS NOW." 🔥
Without a hint of effort, Adheera gripped Rivan's right arm. He didn't use a blade. He didn't use a tool. He simply twisted.
CRACKKK! The sound of bone snapping and muscles tearing filled the room. With a sickening spray of crimson, Adheera ripped the limb clean from the socket. Rivan didn't even scream at first—his brain couldn't process the level of pain. Then, a hollow, soul-shattering shriek erupted from his lungs, echoing through the temple's dark corridors.
Rivan (Sobbing, falling to his knees): "Aaahh!! Please... I beg you... have mercy! I'll give you everything!"
Adheera reached down, grabbing Rivan by his blood-soaked hair and forcing him to look at the carnage.
Adheera: "Mercy is a luxury for the worthy. After you... your brothers will follow. Let me make this clear to the world—if I don't find a worthy opponent soon... then EVERYONE IS DEAD."
SWOOOSHH! In a blur of motion, Adheera's hand swept through the air like a guillotine. Rivan's head was severed in an instant. The body slumped over, and a pool of dark, warm blood began to map its way across the ancient stone floor.
Adheera didn't look back. He wiped a single drop of blood from his cheek and walked toward the stairs, his eyes burning with an unholy fire. The slaughter had only just begun.