Arman and his friends stood among the scattered crowd, a little distance from the ruined jewelry shop. Flames still flickered in some parts of the wreckage, casting eerie shadows across the night. The scent of burning wood and melted metal lingered in the air.The distant wails of sirens grew louder.Within minutes, fire trucks pulled up to the scene, their red and blue lights flashing across the debris-strewn street. Firefighters rushed out, immediately working to control the flames. Right behind them, several police cars screeched to a stop. Officers stepped out, scanning the area, their hands resting on their holsters.They had no idea the attackers were already dead.A senior officer barked orders. "Find any civilians inside and secure the perimeter. We need statements from everyone here."The officers moved quickly, dispersing into small groups. Some began questioning the people in the crowd, while others assisted the paramedics in checking for injuries. Fortunately, no one was c

Arman stirred from his rest, his body still aching, but his stomach louder than his pain. As he sat up, he placed a hand over his abdomen, feeling the hunger gnaw at him."Man, I'm starving…" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "So much happened today, I forgot to eat."His stomach growled in agreement, making him sigh as he got to his feet. Stepping out of his room, he was surprised to see Riyan walking toward him."Hey, Arman," Riyan greeted with a grin. "I was just coming to get you. Let's go eat. Everyone's waiting for us."Arman blinked, then chuckled. "Good timing. I was just about to head out myself. Where are we eating?""They have a dining area here," Riyan explained. "Zubair and Riya are already there, waiting for us.""Alright, let's go then."The two walked through the dimly lit hallways of Mira Bagh Palace, their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. The further they went, the stronger the aroma of food became. Spices, grilled meats, and fresh bread filled the air

The silent expanse of the Realm of Emptiness stretched endlessly around Arman. A pale mist drifted across the ruined plains, shadows of ancient towers half-swallowed by the fog. He stood still, his eyes locked onto the man before him—the spirit with the scarred arm and sunken gaze."Alright," Arman said, rolling his shoulders. "Let's do this."The spirit gave a faint nod. "To move beyond your limits, you must first make your body... empty.""Empty?" Arman repeated, furrowing his brows."Yes," the spirit said. "Feel your body. Feel the power flowing through it—the power of Emptiness. Now suppress everything. Silence your thoughts, still your spirit. Make yourself a shell. Only then can you push beyond human boundaries.""And how exactly does that help?" Arman asked."Because an empty shell is unburdened," the spirit replied. "No weight. No resistance. Only pure movement. Once you reach that state, use your muscles to build momentum—but if your momentum falters, the attempt fails. You c