Rudra stood tall, his sword at the ready. He knew that he was no match for Malakar, not in a straight-up fight. But he also knew that he had to try.
Malakar sneered at him, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You're a fool, Rudra," he said. "You think you can defeat me? I have the power of the ancient ones at my command."
Rudra smiled grimly. "I've heard that before," he said. "But I've never backed down from a fight."
Malakar laughed. "We'll see about that," he said.
With a wave of his hand, Malakar summoned a dark energy blast that sent Rudra flying across the room. Rudra crashed into the wall, his sword slipping from his grasp.
As he struggled to get to his feet, Rudra saw Malakar approaching him, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"You're no match for me, Rudra," Malakar said. "But I'll give you credit - you're brave. Or perhaps, foolish."
Rudra spat at Malakar's feet. "I'll never give up," he said.
Malakar laughed. "We'll see about that," he said.
With a swift motion, Malakar reached out and grasped Rudra's wrist. Rudra felt a surge of dark energy flow through him, and he knew that he was in trouble.
Malakar's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he began to chant in a language that Rudra didn't understand. The air around them began to distort, and Rudra felt himself being pulled into a dark vortex.
Rudra's sister screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "Rudra, no!" she cried.
But Rudra was powerless to resist. He was being pulled into the heart of darkness, and he knew that he might never escape.
As the vortex closed around him, Rudra saw Malakar's face, twisted in a cruel smile. "You'll never see the light of day again," Malakar said.
And with that, Rudra was gone, sucked into the depths of the dark master's lair.