Dawn broke quietly over the forest.
Arin stood at the edge of Rudravana, looking back one last time. The village was being rebuilt slowly—burned homes patched with wood, broken walls reinforced with hope rather than strength.
He knew he wouldn't belong here again.
Rudra stood beside him, staff resting against his shoulder.
"Once you leave," Rudra said, "you won't return as a villager."
Arin nodded. "I won't return until I bring her back."
Rudra turned and began walking. "Then follow."
They traveled for days.
Across ruined roads, abandoned shrines, and lands where the air itself felt wounded. Along the way, Arin trained relentlessly—chakra reinforcement while running, striking stone with bare hands, focusing control instead of force.
Each night, the markings on his arm burned brighter.
On the fifth night, they reached a cliff overlooking a massive stone fortress carved into the mountainside.
Arin stared.
"What is this place?"
Rudra's voice lowered.
"The last human stronghold that still hunts demons."
They descended toward iron gates marked with ancient symbols—some human, some unmistakably demonic.
As they approached, figures emerged from the shadows.
Warriors.
Men and women wearing armor etched with chakra circuits. Some carried swords, others spears, chains, bows—but all of them radiated power.
A woman stepped forward, eyes sharp, scar running across her face.
"Rudra," she said. "You're late."
She looked at Arin.
"And you brought one with demon blood."
Arin's chakra flared instinctively.
Rudra raised his staff slightly. "He's stable."
The woman studied Arin for a long moment.
Then she smiled faintly.
"That's rare."
She turned. "Welcome to the Ashen Order."
Inside, Arin saw things he never imagined.
Weapons forged with chakra-infused metal. Prison cells sealed with glowing barriers—inside them, demons snarled and screamed. Training grounds soaked with blood and sweat.
"These people hunt demons," Arin whispered.
Rudra shook his head.
"No," he said. "They fight a war humanity is already losing."
As they walked deeper, Arin suddenly froze.
His chest tightened.
A pull.
Sharp. Violent.
He dropped to one knee, clutching his heart.
Rudra turned instantly. "What is it?"
Arin's voice trembled.
"I can… feel her."
Far away, deep within a demon stronghold, Aanya opened her eyes.
Dark symbols glowed around her.
A demon knelt before her.
"The link is awakening," it said reverently. "Your brother grows stronger."
Aanya whispered, tears falling silently.
"Arin…"
Back at the fortress, Arin gasped as the sensation vanished.
Rudra's face hardened.
"They've started the ritual," he said.
Arin stood slowly, fists clenched.
"Then we don't have time."
Rudra met his gaze.
"No," he agreed. "We don't."
And high above them,
carved into the fortress wall, a warning symbol began to glow—
A sign that demons were already moving.
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To be continue...