Chapter 3: The Coming of Help
When Purushottampuri was attacked by the Beasts, the local guards, skilled hunters, and magic users bravely faced the onslaught, managing to save many lives. However, the attack was on such a massive scale that even their combined efforts were not enough to turn the tide. The situation grew increasingly dire with each passing moment.
The head of Purushottampuri's security team quickly contacted the capital, pleading for backup. The response was swift. Within minutes, the capital organized a team of their finest warriors—a group of six highly skilled individuals—who would lead a force of 200 soldiers. However, to transport such a large contingent, a large portal needed to be activated. This process would take roughly an hour and a half to complete. Until then, the people of Purushottampuri had no choice but to fend for themselves.
Meanwhile, Navin, a man known for his unshakable composure and unmatched skill with a sword, was sitting in a quiet corner, nursing a drink. Though not a habitual drinker, Navin occasionally indulged to alleviate the stress of his demanding responsibilities. A former marshal of Purushottampuri's security team, Navin was a close friend of Aamir's father, Karn, and a prominent member of the Hunter's Guild.
Navin's thoughts often drifted to the past. He had been present during the mission that had claimed Karn's life. On that fateful day, Karn had entrusted Navin with a sacred vow: "As long as my son is not strong enough to protect himself and his family, I leave that responsibility to you." Navin had taken that promise to heart. Even after his promotion to Lord Commander and subsequent relocation to the capital, he never wavered in his commitment. He continued to oversee Aamir's well-being, teaching him the art of swordsmanship and ensuring his safety.
At that moment, as Navin sipped his drink, his phone buzzed with an urgent message. It was an alert about the Beast attack on Purushottampuri. The message instructed him to assemble with six other hunters and prepare for immediate deployment. Two hundred soldiers would accompany them.
Navin rose from his seat, his cloak swirling around him as he moved with purpose. Despite his age, his agility and speed were remarkable. He reached the Hunter's Guild in record time, covering a distance that would have taken most people twice as long.
At the Guild, Navin met his six companions. Among them were two women, each striking in her own way. One had long, snow-white hair and skin as pale as moonlight. Her cold, imposing aura made her seem untouchable, a perception further reinforced by her reputation as a swordsmanship instructor at the prestigious Nalanda University of Wizardry and Warfare. The other woman, a skilled magic user, had an air of quiet confidence that belied her lethal capabilities.
The four men accompanying them were equally formidable. One was a master of hand-to-hand combat, his movements so precise that he could disarm an opponent in seconds. Another was a magic user whose spells were said to be as unpredictable as they were devastating. The remaining two were expert swordsmen, their skills honed through countless battles.
"Ah, Navin, good to see you've arrived," said the Guild Master, an elderly man whose frail appearance was deceptive. His sharp eyes and commanding presence made it clear he was not to be underestimated.