Everyone was watching with wide open eyes…
The busy Mumbai traffic circle, once bustling with honking cars and hurrying pedestrians, now stood frozen in time. People—drivers, office-goers, food vendors, college students—stood still under the burning sun, looking with anxious curiosity as hundreds of spells rained down on one man.
With face covered under a mask, Vikram Das stood still.
A tidal wave of shimmering, multi-colored energy crashed toward him from every direction—conjured by the fierce women of the Forbidden Soul Sect, each spell more lethal than the last.
Fireballs screamed, ice spears whistled, chains of lightning cracked, and wind blades howled like banshees. Any ordinary person would've been vaporized. But Vikram didn't flinch. He closed his eyes, lowered his stance slightly, and summoned the raw energy sleeping deep inside his Dantian.
