Sunlight traced through the curtains quietly.
Soft rays scattered across the bedroom floor.
Aaron lay peacefully on the bed, snoring softly without a care in the world.
Beside him, Ashura stood silently.
A black mask rested in his hand. An eclipse symbol was drawn across it.
For a moment, he stared at the mask without moving.
Then slowly…
He placed it over his face.
His entire face disappeared beneath the darkness. Only his hair remained visible.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"Eclipse Blade… begins."
Ashura muttered coldly.
His voice sounded sharp like a knife… colder than ice itself.
Ashura grabbed two blades from the table silently.
Their edges looked razor sharp. The handles resembled short swords made for killing.
Without hesitation, he tied both blades against his wrists carefully.
The weapons disappeared beneath his shirt completely.
"I already wasted one night…"
Ashura muttered coldly.
"I want revenge."
He slowly turned toward the window.
Golden sunlight fell directly across his face, but the warmth never reached his eyes.
For a moment, he stood there silently.
Then—
He grabbed a gun and placed it inside his pocket.
After that, he took his phone off charging and slid it into his jeans.
The room fell silent again.
Only Eclipse Blade remained standing there.
Ashura turned toward Aaron calmly.
"Hey, Aaron… I'm going to bury someone."
"Tell Anjali."
Aaron nodded in his sleep without even opening his eyes.
"Okay brooo… bury them quickly…" he mumbled drowsily.
His voice sounded lazy and half asleep.
Ashura quietly grabbed the doorknob and slipped outside the room.
He walked downstairs slowly.
"It's 6:23…" he muttered softly.
"First… I need to find my friends."
"…After all, I saw everything."
His gaze darkened completely.
Ashura placed his hand against the main door.
Then—
He pushed it open and stepped outside.
Cold morning air brushed across his clothes.
His eyes remained locked forward.
The door slowly closed behind him…
Leaving only the sound of his footsteps fading into silence.
The dark room was filled with cigarette smoke.
A heavy atmosphere covered the entire place.
Several officers stood silently in attention positions. No one dared to speak carelessly.
Officer Roger stepped forward slowly.
"May I say something?" his voice sounded cold.
One of the senior officers nodded calmly.
"Go ahead, Officer Roger."
Roger's expression darkened immediately.
"We shouldn't wait any longer."
"If Ashura kills more innocent people again…"
His voice became sharper.
"…then the responsibility will fall on us."
The room instantly filled with murmurs.
"He's right…"
"Yeah…"
"We can't ignore him forever…"
Several officers nodded in agreement.
Suddenly—
One officer raised his hand quietly.
His voice turned calm… but intense.
"I already called someone."
His gaze slowly shifted toward the door.
Officer Arsh frowned in confusion.
"…Who did you call?"
The officer answered without hesitation.
"The greatest investigator in India."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Several officers froze slightly.
Then—
The door slowly creaked open.
A shadow appeared from the darkness.
"I'm late… sorry."
The voice sounded oddly carefree.
Almost childish.
Almost funny.
But for some reason…
The figure slowly walked inside the room.
His hair looked completely messy. His nails had grown unusually long.
Dark circles rested beneath his eyes like he hadn't slept for days.
His gaze slowly moved across everyone in the room.
"…Heyya."
"I'm Riyaz."
He smiled strangely.
His eyes locked onto the officers one by one, staring at them without blinking.
The smile on his face felt unnatural.
A loud chewing sound echoed from his mouth.
Something was inside it.
Water slowly dripped from the corner of his lips as he kept chewing carelessly.
The officers exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"…Who's this guy?"
"Why is he like that?"
"Euwww his look..."
"Who the hell is he!"
Several whispers spread quietly across the room.
Behind Riyaz—
A girl stepped forward calmly.
She was dressed elegantly. Her presence alone felt refined and controlled.
"Mr. Riyaz will handle Ashura now," she said softly.
"So please… relax."
A faint smile appeared beneath her mask.
Golden hair reflected beneath the room lights. Her silver eyes scanned the room silently.
She wore black gloves and a face mask that hid most of her expression.
Yet somehow…
She looked far more dangerous than the man beside her.
No one in the room smiled.
Suddenly—
Riyaz rushed toward the table and slammed his hand against it violently.
The loud sound echoed across the entire room.
"You know what…?"
His eyes darkened badly as he stared at Ashura's picture lying on the table.
"This little boy is making too much trouble."
A twisted laugh escaped his mouth.
"That's insane…"
"Our government is way too weak."
He laughed loudly without holding back.
Several officers instantly frowned in irritation.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Roger yelled angrily.
Riyaz didn't answer immediately.
He simply stopped chewing.
The entire room slowly became silent.
Then—
"Give me 24 hours."
His smirk slowly widened.
"I'll find Ashura."
Something about that smile felt deeply wrong.
Dangerous.
Deadly.
The room suddenly felt heavier. Even breathing became uncomfortable.
A strange fear silently spread across the officers.
The girl beside him calmly walked forward.
She gently grabbed Riyaz's shoulder.
"Mr. Riyaz… stay calm."
Her silver eyes slowly turned toward the officers.
"He simply enjoys challenging his opponents."
"So please… don't worry."
A soft smile appeared beneath her mask.
But strangely—
Her calmness felt just as unsettling as Riyaz himself.
Arya calmly picked up a pair of handcuffs from the table.
The metallic sound echoed softly through the room.
"Who is the closest person to Ashura Rivaan?" she asked coldly.
Officer Roger answered immediately.
"His sister."
"Ruhi Rivaan."
The atmosphere suddenly became heavier.
Riyaz slowly lowered his head.
Then—
He started laughing loudly.
A disturbing laugh echoed across the dark room.
"Heheheh…"
"So we're hosting a little podcast now…"
His eyes darkened completely.
"Quickly."
"Call Ruhi Rivaan."
Several officers instantly straightened themselves.
"Yes, sir."
Riyaz slowly stopped laughing.
Then he muttered coldly while staring at Ashura's picture.
"Ashura…"
"You can't run forever."
A twisted smile slowly appeared across his face.
"I'll encounter you…"
"…with my own hands."
At the laboratory—
Anjali suddenly yelled furiously.
"You let him leave this morning?!"
Her voice echoed across the entire room.
Without hesitation, she grabbed both of Aaron's ears and stretched them aggressively.
Her rage felt terrifying.
"AHHHH—!" Aaron screamed in pain instantly.
"Sorry, mom!" he cried desperately.
"It's not my fault! I was sleepy!"
Zara sighed softly from behind.
"Mom… let him go already…"
She tried pulling Anjali away carefully.
Emilia also stepped forward nervously.
"M-Mom… leave him…"
But Anjali's expression remained dark.
"You idiot brat!" she yelled again.
For the first time—
The others realized something.
Anjali wasn't just angry.
She was terrified.
Inside a luxurious home—
Ashura stood silently.
The Eclipse mask still covered his face completely.
But now…
Something about him felt deliberately deadly.
Blood surrounded the entire hall.
Bodies lay scattered across the floor motionless.
Ashura slowly stepped over the blood pool without emotion.
"I found you… Aryan."
His voice sounded cold enough to freeze the air itself.
He calmly picked up a walkie-talkie from the floor.
Then—
"Hello, officers…"
Ashura spoke quietly.
"This is Ashura Rivaan."
"I know you're planning to harass my family right now."
His gaze slowly shifted toward the bloody bodies lying around him.
Without hesitation—
He had walked directly into a politician's home.
"If any of them get hurt…"
Ashura's voice darkened completely.
"I'm going to destroy all of you."
Silence.
Then—
"It's not a warning."
His fingers tightened around the walkie-talkie.
"…It's an order."
His voice sounded colder than ice.
✦ Chapter 25 End ✦
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