Four years later...
Beneath the silver gaze of the moon, the dense forests of Pokhara lay shrouded in silence. Shadows danced across the trees, whispering secrets only the night could understand. Hidden deep within the forest, behind a curtain of vines and stone, a cave breathed faintly with life.
Inside, the air was cold and damp, the only light coming from the dim, broken rays of moonlight slipping through cracks in the stone above. But further in—far beyond where normal men would dare venture—a dungeon pulsed with a red glow, like the heartbeat of something ancient and dangerous.
From within the crimson-lit depths, the sound of battle echoed—faint clashes of metal, sharp growls, and the unmistakable rhythm of combat. Something—or someone—was fighting in the dark.
And the storm was just beginning.
