The clock struck twelve. Aryan stood alone in the mansion's rooftop garden, the black night pressing around him.
A figure stepped from the shadows—tall, cold, and unmistakably dangerous.
"So… the hidden heir finally shows himself," the man said.
Aryan's heart pounded. He remembered his training and readied himself. The enemy's presence was threatening, but calculating.
A tense silence. Then—swift movement. Aryan dodged, countered, and realized: this enemy wasn't just strong; he knew Aryan's every move.
Before Aryan could strike back, the figure vanished, leaving a single phrase etched into the rooftop railing:
"This is only the beginning."