The battlefield had fallen silent once again.
Om walked slowly across the scarred land where the war had taken place.
His steps were steady.
His face was expressionless.
No anger.
No sadness.
No fear.
Just emptiness.
Behind him, Shivay and Adi followed quietly.
Not far away, standing atop a rocky cliff, Queen Nirjadevi, Captain Shadow, and Kakbhushundi watched in silence.
All three wore serious expressions as they observed the boy moving across the battlefield.
After a long moment, Nirjadevi finally spoke.
"Do you really think bringing him back here was the right decision?"
Her eyes remained fixed on Om.
"Death is still circling over his head."
"And now even humans may have become his enemies."
Kakbhushundi sighed.
For several seconds, he simply watched Om walk.
Then he answered.
"Your Majesty..."
"I don't think any of us are in a position to decide what's right or wrong anymore."
His voice was heavy.
"We all lost the most important person in our lives."
A trace of pain flashed across his face.
"I never imagined a man who spent his entire life helping others would meet such a terrible end."
He shook his head slowly.
"None of us are thinking clearly."
His gaze returned to Om.
"But if there's one person whose mind is more clouded than anyone else's..."
"It's that boy."
"He lost both his father and his grandfather in a single moment."
"He watched his grandfather die right in front of him."
Kakbhushundi's expression softened.
"I was afraid he might completely break apart."
"That's why I believe we should let him do whatever he needs to do right now."
Meanwhile, Om had reached the exact spot where Dhumketu had fallen.
He stopped.
The entire world was watching.
Millions of eyes followed his every movement through live broadcasts.
Nobody knew why he had returned.
Nobody knew what he was about to do.
Back at the Mayor's house, Anshika, Seema, Ayush, and everyone else watched the television anxiously.
Om's injuries were impossible to ignore.
Bandages covered several parts of his body.
His face still carried visible wounds.
It was obvious he had not fully recovered.
Yet he stood there anyway.
Alone.
Silent.
Then—
The distant roar of engines filled the sky.
More than ten advanced military helicopters appeared overhead.
They formed a circle above the battlefield.
Om glanced at them once.
Then he extended his hand toward Shivay.
Without saying a word, Shivay placed a candle into Om's palm.
Om carefully knelt down.
He placed the candle on the ground.
Then he lit it.
The small flame flickered against the wind.
Om stood once more.
Placing his right hand over his heart, he lowered his head.
And spoke.
"To the soil where you gave your life..."
"My respect."
His voice was calm.
"I hope you've found peace."
"I hope you're watching over me from above."
For the first time, emotion appeared in his eyes.
"I wish you hadn't left."
"There was still so much time I wanted to spend with you."
He swallowed.
"But I hope you'll continue guiding me."
"Wherever you are."
"I pray your soul finds peace."
The wind grew quieter.
Om continued.
"I promise..."
"I'll walk the path you taught me."
"I'll become stronger."
"I'll protect this world from the dangers you prepared me to face."
His voice almost broke.
"And I'll never forget you."
"You'll always live on in my memories."
The battlefield fell silent.
Even the soldiers watching from above didn't interrupt.
For a moment...
Everyone simply listened.
Then a voice suddenly boomed across the sky.
A loudspeaker.
An American accent.
"Boy."
"I am Officer Victor of the American Government and the CIA."
The atmosphere instantly changed.
"We want your cooperation."
"You will come with us immediately."
The helicopters hovered overhead.
"If you come peacefully, everything will be fine."
"Otherwise, we will be forced to take you by force."
The threat hung in the air.
"So stop wasting time."
"Walk five steps toward us."
"If you do, your companions won't be harmed."
"If you refuse..."
Victor paused.
"...you won't like what happens next."
His voice grew colder.
"We know about your powers."
"That's exactly why you're coming with us."
"And we also know you're injured."
A smile crept across his face.
"I'm starting the countdown."
"Ten..."
"Nine..."
Before he could continue—
Om looked toward Adi.
Only once.
That was enough.
"Remember."
"Don't let them get hurt."
Adi grinned.
"As you wish, my friend."
He stretched his shoulders.
Then smiled even wider.
"Come on, Adi."
"Time to pop some balloons."
The next second—
He sprinted forward.
Then jumped.
The leap was so enormous that it left everyone speechless.
Inside one of the helicopters, Victor immediately shouted,
"OPEN FIRE!"
But it was already too late.
Before the soldiers could even properly raise their weapons—
Adi had reached the helicopter.
In a single motion, he drew the sword strapped to his back.
Slash!
The main rotor shattered.
The helicopter instantly lost control.
As it spiraled toward the ground, Adi laughed like a child on an amusement ride.
"Adi arrives, chaos survives!"
"Wooooo!"
A second later—
CRASH!!
The helicopter slammed into the sandy battlefield.
Fortunately, the soft sand absorbed much of the impact.
The soldiers survived.
The helicopter didn't.
It was reduced to twisted scrap metal.
The moment it crashed, the remaining American helicopters immediately targeted Om.
Weapons locked.
Missiles armed.
Fingers on triggers.
But before anyone could fire—
Another voice thundered through the sky.
"American forces."
The voice was calm.
Firm.
Authoritative.
"Remain exactly where you are."
Everyone looked up.
A second formation of helicopters was approaching.
Indian military aircraft.
The voice continued.
"This boy is an Indian citizen."
"I am a commander of the Indian Army."
"We sincerely hope you aren't planning to make an enemy of the entire nation of India."
The American pilots exchanged nervous glances.
The commander wasn't finished.
"And one more thing."
"You are currently operating near Japanese territory."
"Japanese forces are standing with us."
The warning grew sharper.
"If you attack that boy..."
"I'm afraid you may not be able to prevent the next world war from beginning."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Three nations now stood face-to-face.
One wrong move...
And the consequences could be catastrophic.
Even the Americans hesitated.
Meanwhile, Adi casually strolled past the wrecked helicopter.
Officer Victor was lying beside it, clutching a loudspeaker.
Covered in dust.
Bruised.
Humiliated.
Adi crouched beside him.
A huge grin spread across his face.
"So, dude..."
"How was it?"
"You enjoyed the ride, right?"
Victor glared at him.
Pain flashed across his face.
"You bastard."
His voice trembled with rage.
"One day..."
"I'll catch all of you."
"And I'll cut you into pieces with my own hands."
Adi burst out laughing.
"You crashed into the ground and you're still acting tough?"
He shook his head.
"Brother, I've fought more battles for fun than you've seen in your entire life."
Then he pointed dramatically.
"Come anytime."
"Open challenge, blondie."
Without waiting for a response, Adi snatched the loudspeaker from Victor's hand.
Then he sprinted back toward Om.
"Om!"
"Catch!"
He tossed it through the air.
Om caught it effortlessly.
The entire world watched.
The battlefield grew silent again.
Om raised the loudspeaker.
Then he spoke.
And this time...
He wasn't speaking to America.
Or India.
He was speaking to the entire world.
"I didn't come here to fight."
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"It would be better if nobody tried to capture me."
"Or experiment on me."
"Or control me."
Millions listened.
Om continued.
"Right now..."
"I'm broken."
His voice remained calm.
"I'm angry."
"My mind isn't working properly."
"I don't know who's a friend and who's an enemy anymore."
A dangerous silence followed.
"So if I enter a fight..."
"I won't stop to figure it out."
"I'll leave behind nothing but bodies."
Every military officer watching felt a chill run down their spine.
Om's eyes hardened.
"I don't belong to any government."
"I don't belong to any country."
"I'm not anyone's property."
His voice carried across the world.
"So please..."
"Go your way."
"And let me go mine."
Then his expression softened slightly.
"And to the people who care about me..."
A faint smile appeared.
"We're okay."
The smile vanished.
"As for those who want me for experiments..."
"Or for their own selfish purposes..."
"Stop trying."
The message was over.
Om dropped the loudspeaker onto the ground.
Crack.
Then he looked at Shivay and nodded.
Shivay immediately understood.
A smoke bomb landed at Om's feet.
BOOM!
Thick smoke exploded across the battlefield.
Within seconds, everything disappeared behind a wall of gray.
Indian forces searched.
American forces searched.
Satellites scanned the area.
Everyone waited for the smoke to clear.
Then finally...
The wind blew it away.
And when the battlefield became visible again—
Om was gone.
Adi was gone.
Shivay was gone.
The three boys had vanished without a trace.
Leaving behind only a burning candle...
And a world that now feared them more than ever before.