After taking the Black Dragon Sword, Vikram Das returned to the Rajput family mansion. But just as he crossed a few miles, he noticed two cars trailing him. His eyes flickered toward the rear view mirror, analyzing their movements.
Soon, two more cars appeared ahead, subtly blocking his path. A slow smirk formed on his lips—this wasn't a mere coincidence.
Moments later, one of the cars moved alongside him. At first, Vikram considered ramming them off the road, but then his sharp gaze caught the unmistakable lion head logo on the side of the vehicle. His smirk faded. The Das family.
Realizing what was happening, Vikram decided against unnecessary confrontation. Instead, he allowed them to guide him, curious about their intentions. The convoy drove in silence for half an hour before coming to a halt near a deserted park.
Sparse streetlights flickered, casting long shadows over the empty benches and pathways.
