The underground settlement's gates groaned as Kunal and Seenu arrived, dust clinging to their clothes. Guards snapped to attention, eyes wide at the sight of them. One stepped forward, voice sharp. "What… what happened?"
Kunal didn't pause. His eyes were fixed ahead. "I don't have time for questions. Tell me—where can I find your healers? Now."
The guard hesitated for a heartbeat, then recognition flickered across his face. "You… you're with Cilila. I saw you before." He swallowed. "This way. Quickly."
They followed him through narrow, dimly lit corridors, walls carved from stone and reinforced with metal. The hum of energy and the faint scent of herbs led them to the medical bay. Inside, lights flickered over instruments and tables. Aamir lay motionless on one of them, bandages charred and torn, his body a map of burns and wounds.
Seenu stumbled, exhaustion dragging him down, but he steadied himself against a table. Kunal moved past him, eyes locked on Aamir. He barely breathed.
