"The dark room…"
Siya's voice was low, almost reverent, as if the very mention of it disturbed the air around them.
"God knows how many black secrets are buried inside that room."
Ali, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.
"Boss… there's one thing I still don't understand."
Siya turned to him, her gaze calm yet attentive.
"What is it, Ali? Ask."
Ali hesitated for a second, then said,
"When we were almost crushed under his feet—when death was certain—suddenly these bangles appeared on our wrists. Because of them, we escaped. What is the secret of those bangles?"
A faint smile appeared on Siya's lips, one filled with tenderness rather than pride.
"I made them for your protection," she said softly.
"Especially for moments when you would be trapped in great danger."
Ali and Andy looked at their wrists instinctively.
"These bangles," Siya continued, "have been with you since the moment you both entered this world. I placed them on your hands myself—thinking that if one day I am not beside you, they will protect you in my absence."
She paused, her voice growing heavier with emotion.
"That is why, whenever you face mortal danger, they manifest on their own. When I created you both—along with George—I placed patience, wisdom, and restraint in George. But you two…"
She smiled gently.
"You were made with restlessness, emotions, a childlike nature, and an eagerness that never settles."
Andy and Ali listened, their throats tightening.
"That is why I always kept you close. I loved you deeply. With you both around, I never felt alone. The fear of losing you is what led me to create those bangles—for you."
Before she could say another word, Andy and Ali embraced her tightly.
For those five days, they had waited desperately for Siya to awaken. They had felt her absence like a void tearing through them. Now, tears finally spilled from their eyes, falling freely.
Siya laughed softly and held them steady.
"You fools," she said gently. "Crying like children."
She pulled back, regaining her composure.
"Come on. We still have to think about what needs to be done next."
Slowly, Andy and Ali calmed themselves.
Andy spoke first.
"Boss… how will that RaktaBeeja be destroyed?"
Siya's expression hardened instantly.
"That," she said firmly, "is not RaktaBeeja."
Andy, Ali, and Clara stared at her in shock.
Ali protested,
"But boss, he looks exactly like the RaktaBeeja described in the ancient scriptures. Even your own form matches the descriptions associated with him. How can he not be RaktaBeeja?"
Siya replied calmly,
"Ali, didn't you notice? When his blood fell to the ground, his numbers didn't multiply."
She continued,
"As for his appearance—it was created in a laboratory."
Ali interrupted, confused.
"But if he was lab-created, then why did he keep chanting Maa Kali's name? What about his memories?"
Siya answered,
"His memories were implanted. He is an artificially created being—designed to resemble RaktaBeeja perfectly. Even his memories are fake."
Her voice grew sharper.
"Those memories were implanted deliberately—so that his thirst for revenge would feel personal, not like he was following someone else's orders."
She looked at all three of them and said slowly,
"Whether human or demon—when revenge feels personal, one will fight without caring for their own life."
She sighed.
"It is true that if we kill him conventionally, he will revive. Every time we injure him, every drop of blood spilled allows regeneration. His tissues reattach automatically, no matter how severe the damage."
She clenched her fist.
"That is why we cannot harm him from the outside."
Ali swallowed.
"Then… how do we end him?"
Siya answered without hesitation.
"We go inside his body."
All three froze.
"We must destroy him from within—burn him before his regenerative ability activates. His body must turn to ash, so it can never reassemble. That is the only end possible."
Ali asked in disbelief,
"But boss… how will that even be possible?"
Siya shook her head slightly.
"We will not think about that right now."
She turned her gaze distant, her eyes locking onto something unseen.
"There is something far more urgent. We must uncover the secrets of that room. We have to go there."
Andy asked,
"Where is that room?"
Siya answered,
"It is located within the very first facility of Herbal Industries—the one that was built in the beginning and secretly operated. No one ever knew about it."
Clara frowned.
"But how do we find a facility that no one knows exists?"
Siya replied with certainty,
"I know where it is."
Andy pressed,
"Where, Siya?"
She took a deep breath before answering.
"In India."
They all spoke at once.
"India?!"
Siya nodded.
"That facility is hidden near the Devnagari mountain range. It was concealed deep underground, camouflaged by nature itself."
The air around them felt heavier now—charged with destiny.
"That dark room," Siya said quietly,
"is not just a place. It is the root of everything—the origin of this artificial evil."
She looked at them one last time.
"And once we step into that facility… there will be no turning back."
The journey toward the truth had begun.