"..."
A deep, heavy silence hung in the room, broken only by the faint hum of the screen. The Rajputs sat frozen, their minds grappling with the weight of Evan's words. Then, Pratap slowly rose from his seat, his movements deliberate but seething with suppressed fury.
When he finally spoke, his voice came out hoarse, his words erupting in furious gasps as he screamed.
"What the fuck are bullshitting, you bastard?"
"I can't believe any of this?" he roared, slamming his hands on the table with a thunderous crack.
On the other end of the screen, Evan sighed heavily before responding.
"Then watch this..."
The screen shifted around, revealing a group of ministers bound in handcuffs, their faces etched with fear and shock.
As soon as he saw this, Pratap's anger erupted even further and his face flushed red as he bellowed.
"It isn't possible. It isn't po...Gaaahbb!!"
His words struck as he groaned, clutching his chest in pain.
"Father...
"Grandfather..."
The clash of the battle intensified. Sound of gunfire echoing through the halls, mingled with the screams of soldiers and the sharp commands of their leaders. Explosions lit up the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. The hum of drones grew into a deafening roar as they swarmed like a deadly storm, launching coordinated attacks, their weapons raining destruction on the castle's defenses.
Amid the chaos, Rudra's voice cut through the din as he shouted into his communicator, his voice strained and urgent. "We're losing ground! The outer gates won't hold much longer. We need reinforcements, now!"
At the heart of the hall, Pratap stood tall, his towering figure commanding and authoritative despite the turmoil around him. "Hold your positions!" he bellowed. "This castle has stood for centuries—it will not fall tonight!"
But even as he spoke, the sounds of fighting drew closer, the clash of steel and the sharp crack of gunfire reverberating through the ancient halls. Soldiers burst into the room, their faces etched with panic.
"They've breached the second gate!" one of them shouted, his voice quivering. "We're being overrun!"
As the castle descended into a maelstrom of violence, the sounds of brutal gunfire and desperate shouts created a cacophony of chaos in the air, but the Rajputs fought with unmatched ferocity. Their battle cries echoing through the chaos. But amidst the clamor, Evan's calm, mocking voice lingered in their minds—a chilling reminder of the overwhelming power their enemy had unleashed upon them.
The grand hall was thick with tension as the cries of battle outside grew louder with each passing moment. The door to the chamber creaked open, and three superhumans entered, their expressions grim and their bodies battered.
"Sir, we can't hold on much longer!" one of them blurted, his voice tinged with desperation.
"The enemy is countless times stronger than us," another added, wiping blood from his brow.
Pratap's fists slammed against the table, his face a mask of rage and disbelief. "What? What nonsense is this? After all the resources we spent on you, this is what you give us? Useless!"
His voice cracked with frustration. "How can we lose so easily? Where is the resistance? Where is the bloody spirit of Rajputs?"
Rudra stepped forward, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. "How could this happen? What are you facing that's so insurmountable?"
Before the superhumans could answer, the doors burst open with a thunderous crash. Everyone turned to see a group of intruders stepping into the hall, their appearance sending a chill through the room. Clad in weaponized suits that resembled the legendary Halo Master Chief, the intruders exuded an aura of unyielding dominance.