80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPAZiSDsDiIChandu clutched his head, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "Ah!"
Immediately, Viyog turned to him, his eyes filled with concern. "Chandu, are you okay?"
Chandu forced a weak smile, trying to steady his breathing. "It’s fine, Sir... I’m alright."
But Piecus’s expression had shifted. He stared at the boy with a gaze that flickered between pure suspicion, shock, and a deep-seated fear. He didn't look away; it was as if he was seeing a monster wearing a human face.
Darshan turned toward Piecus, noticing the change in his aura. "Mr. Piecus?"
Piecus remained silent, his eyes locked onto Chandu like a predator.
"Piecus?" Viyog called out again. No response. A heavy, suffocating silence descended over the clearing.
Suddenly, Piecus lunged. He slammed into Chandu with a violent force, sending the boy crashing into the dirt.
"Ah!" Chandu cried out in pain.
"Piecus!" Viyog shouted, rushing forward. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Darshan and Sarunya stood frozen in shock. "Chandu!" Darshan yelled.
Piecus didn't stop. He began to strike Chandu, blow after blow landing with brutal precision. "Mr. Piecus?!" Chandu gasped, trying to shield himself from the rain of fists. "What are you... why are you—" Before he could finish, another heavy strike landed square on his face.
"Stop it, Piecus! Why are you doing this?" Viyog pleaded, trying to pull the warrior away.
Sarunya’s face was pale with terror. Mr. Piecus, what has happened to you? she thought, unable to move.
Darshan moved quickly. "Sarunya, sit here for a moment," he said firmly, lifting her by the arms and placing her safely on a nearby stone. Then, he sprinted toward the struggle between Chandu and Piecus.
Viyog finally managed to restrain Piecus, holding him back by force. Chandu lay on the ground, his face bruised, trembling with a mix of shock and terror.
"Mr. Piecus, what is wrong with you?" Darshan asked, kneeling beside Chandu to check on him.
Piecus looked at them, his voice cold, hollow, and filled with a terrifying certainty.
"Just kill him!"
The words hung in the air like a death sentence, leaving everyone paralyzed with shock.
Darshan’s expression shifted slightly, his calm mask flickering for just a second.
Viyog: "Piecus... do you even realize what you’re saying?"
Piecus: "I said kill him, Viyog! Now!"
Sarunya watched in stunned silence, her heart racing. Viyog, still unable to comprehend the sudden turn, stammered, "B-But why?"
Chandu looked between them, his eyes wide with a terrifying confusion. He looked like a boy who didn't even understand the language they were speaking, let alone why he was being sentenced to death.
Piecus turned his gaze toward Viyog, his voice dropping into a low, deadly serious tone. "Viyog, think clearly for once. Until now, whether it was me, my father, or your people—whenever someone got trapped in the Hollow Bubble Glass, we saved them. Right?"
Viyog: "Yes... that’s true."
Piecus: "But if you look closely, everyone we rescued was trapped in an Illusion. They were awake, fighting phantoms in their minds. Not a single one of them was in a deep, death-like sleep... except for him."
Viyog frowned. "And? What is that supposed to prove?"
Piecus: "It means there’s a high probability that he is Demansion’s Vessel!"
Sarunya: "A Vessel?!"
Darshan looked genuinely taken aback, his eyes darting toward Chandu.
Viyog: "Just because he was unconscious, you’re deciding he’s a Vessel? How can you be so sure?"
Piecus: "Think, Viyog! Before these two arrived in this dimension, did Demansion ever know exactly where your people were hiding? No. But the moment they showed up, why did Flame attack us so relentlessly? Flame is Demansion’s most loyal soldier. He only moves on a direct order. He found us because he could track the boy. Your 'Chandu' is Demansion’s Vessel! Yes... it all makes sense now!"
Piecus turned sharply toward Chandu. The boy recoiled, his voice trembling with a growing horror. What?! I-it’s not possible! Me? Am I really... Demansion’s Vessel?
Sarunya stood frozen, unable to speak. Darshan stared at Chandu as if seeing him for the first time, whispering, "What...?"
Viyog remained silent, the weight of Piecus’s logic finally starting to sink in.
Piecus began walking toward Chandu again, his shadow looming over the boy. "There’s one more thing. I’ve seen Demansion clutch his head in that exact same way many times before."
He glared at Chandu with murderous intent. "That’s why... JUST KILL HIM!"
He lunged forward once more, raising his fist to deliver a final, crushing blow.
Piecus didn't hesitate. He began to rain blows upon Chandu with a relentless fury. Viyog stood frozen, paralyzed by the weight of Piecus’s logic. Sarunya’s eyes welled up, the tears pooling and blurring her vision as she watched the brutality unfold.
Chandu’s face was soon a mask of bruises. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, staining the dirt. Darshan stood nearby, his jaw clenched so tight it looked ready to snap, his fists balled into white-knuckled stones. He stayed rooted to the spot—until the final moment.
As Piecus reared back for a killing strike, Darshan lunged from the side, a powerful kick sending Piecus flying backward into the brush.
Piecus hit the ground hard, gasping. Darshan immediately rushed to the boy’s side. "Chandu!" he cried out, before standing as a shield between them. He looked at the warrior, his voice trembling but firm.
"Please... no more, Mr. Piecus!"
Piecus: "Look at me, Darshan. Get out of the way. If you don't, the dangers ahead will only grow until they consume us all."
Darshan: "B-but... I won't let you kill him. I won't let you!"
Piecus: "Fine. Then have it your way."
Piecus lunged at Darshan. The two clashed in a blur of desperate movement. Darshan managed to evade the first strike, but Piecus was a veteran. He attacked again, and this time, Darshan was sent crashing to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, narrowly dodging another blow, but his hands were scraped and bleeding. The fight between them turned into a raw, ugly struggle for dominance.
Sarunya, watching the chaos, was overcome with terror. "Stop it! Please... just stop..." she whispered, the tears finally overflowing. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she screamed, "STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH!"
She turned her tear-streaked face toward Viyog. "Viyog! Do something!"
Viyog remained silent for a heartbeat longer, his face unreadable. Then, as blood began to trickle from Darshan’s nose and Piecus prepared to deliver another crushing blow to the fallen boy, Viyog finally moved.
"Piecus, stop! That's enough!" Viyog shouted, stepping in and physically shoving the warrior back.
Piecus: "Let me go, Viyog!"
Viyog: "Listen to me, Piecus!" He pushed him again, forcing space between them. "Simply deciding he is the Vessel and killing him immediately is not the right answer. We need to think this through properly. For now... just stay silent."
Piecus stared at Viyog, his chest heaving. Finally, he went silent, though his eyes still burned with a cold, lingering rage.
The journey continued, but the air was thick with a suffocating silence. No one spoke. Piecus walked ahead, his expression still dark with fury. Viyog walked beside Chandu, offering his shoulder to help the battered boy walk.
Chandu: "Thank you... Mr. Viyog," he whispered through cracked lips.
Darshan, as he always did, lifted Sarunya into his arms to carry her through the rough terrain. Viyog watched them—his eyes lingering on the way Darshan held her, a silent observation passing through his mind.
Meanwhile, in the Real World (Earth)...
In a quiet hospital corridor, Viyog’s physical body lay in a deep, death-like coma. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room.
A woman entered the hospital, clutching a vibrant bouquet of flowers. She walked with purpose, her footsteps echoing on the linoleum floor as she approached Ward Number 105.
To be continued...!!
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