The night had finally settled. A soft silence lay across the training camp. Everyone had dried off and returned to their bunks—still snickering from the earlier madness.
But Bihoo couldn't sleep.
His fingers brushed his own waist, where a similar glowing mark pulsed faintly under his shirt. He sat up, slipped out silently, and walked toward the moonlit edge of the woods.
"Can't sleep either?"
He turned around—Nisa stood there, arms crossed, Bihoo's jacket still wrapped around her.
"Wasn't expecting company," he said softly.
"I wasn't expecting you to see that," she replied, smirking slightly.
Bihoo rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to… but Nisa, that mark… I have the same one."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You too?"
They both looked at each other—silence stretching between them.
Before they could speak again, a sudden glint flickered in the trees. Bihoo stepped in front of her protectively. A small, silver bird-shaped drone flew past and disappeared into the trees.
Someone was watching.
Nisa's jade began to glow faintly again.
Bihoo grabbed her wrist. "We need to tell the others. Now."
Back in the bunk…
Kevin had fallen asleep hugging a pillow like it was a girlfriend. Mira was writing in her notebook titled "Abs vs Bihoo", and Teaha was whistling Nawatti again while Lara threw a pillow at him.
Then the door slammed open.
"Guys, up. Something's wrong," Nisa said, serious now.
Bihoo followed behind, nodding once. "We're not alone here. And our pasts are about to catch up."
Everyone went silent.
[To Be Continued…]