《The Phanin Boy》 Introduction The boy sat alone in the last bench of his 10th-grade classroom, his frail frame hunched over his notebook. His skin was pale, almost ghostly, and his jet-black eyes held a hollowness that unsettled others. He had no friends, no one to talk to and his name is Adir. They called him cadaverous, as if he were already half-dead. But inside, he was anything but. He was kind, always willing to help, even when no one helped him. He believed that kindness could make people like him. And so, when the smart kids asked him to do their homework, he did it¡ªsmiling, thinking they were his friends. Every night, he stayed up late, drowning in equations and essays that weren¡¯t even his. The exhaustion chipped away at his body, and his health worsened. Eventually, he collapsed in class, waking up in a hospital bed. Days passed, yet not a single classmate came to visit him. Lying there, staring at the sterile ceiling, reality hit him like a storm. "They don¡¯t care about me. They never did." When he returned to school, his face was blank, his smile gone. When they came to him with their fake kindness and their homework, he simply shook his head. ¡°I won¡¯t do it anymore,¡± he said. He thought that would be the end of it. But the bullies didn¡¯t see it that way. They started small¡ªknocking over his water bottle onto his books, "accidentally" hitting him with a ball, dumping trash onto his desk. He endured it, thinking it would stop. But it didn¡¯t. At home, he told his parents he didn¡¯t want to go to school anymore. But they just sighed, telling him to fight for himself¡ªthat they couldn¡¯t afford another school. Desperate, he went to the principal. The bullies were scolded, warned, but instead of stopping, their hatred grew stronger. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. For weeks, they remained quiet, watching him. Then one day, they smiled at him. Apologized. ¡°We¡¯re sorry,¡± they said. ¡°We were wrong.¡± And because he wanted to believe in people¡ªbecause he was still kind¡ªhe forgave them. For the first time, he felt included. They laughed with him, walked with him, invited him to hang out. Then, one weekend, they asked him to go on a trip with them. To an island. He was happy. He never saw the trap. They left him there. The last thing he heard before their boat vanished into the horizon was their laughter. He ran along the shore, screaming for help. But there was no one. Then he heard the hissing. The island wasn¡¯t empty. It was a dumping ground for chemicals¡ªand home to hundreds of deadly snakes. Terror surged through him, and in his panic, he ran blindly. His foot slipped. The world turned black. When he woke up, his body was surrounded by snakes. Some had already bitten him, their fangs sinking deep into his skin. The pain was unbearable. His body convulsed as the venom spread, killing him slowly. But something else was happening. The chemical waste seeped into his wounds, mixing with the venom in his blood. His body refused to die. Days passed. His skin peeled off, revealing something new beneath. His bones strengthened. His muscles expanded. His eyes burned like fire. A week later, the police found a trail of evidence leading to the island. By then, the boy had awakened. As he exhaled, a deep, guttural sound escaped his throat. His eyes fluttered open¡ªno longer black, but sky-blue, glowing. His body had transformed. He was stronger, faster. And he was angry. He ran, scaling the rocky cliffs in seconds, his movement unnatural¡ªalmost inhuman. But exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed just as the police neared. When he awoke, he was in the hospital. His parents sat beside him, their faces filled with shock. His body was unrecognizable¡ªstrong, perfect. And his eyes¡­ those unnatural blue eyes¡­ The doctor called it a miracle. The boy called it revenge. When the police asked what happened, he lied. ¡°I don¡¯t remember,¡± he said. Because he didn¡¯t want them to find the bullies. He wanted to deal with them himself. Weeks passed. He was discharged. No one from school visited. Not one. Something inside him snapped. He went back to school, stepping through the gates as whispers followed him. His transformation stunned everyone. The girls who once ignored him now wanted to talk to him. Even the bullies looked nervous. But he wasn¡¯t here to be admired. He was here to make them pay. Smiling, he pretended to be friends with them again. He gained their trust, just like they once gained his. Then he broke them from within. He whispered lies, twisting their words, making them turn against each other. The bullies who once stood together now fought like enemies. But the leader of the group wasn¡¯t fooled. He cornered the boy one night in a dark alley. ¡°You think we¡¯re stupid?¡± he sneered. ¡°You¡¯re messing with the wrong people.¡± The others closed in. The boy smiled. ¡°No,¡± he whispered, his voice chilling. ¡°You are.¡± Before they could react, he moved. Faster than they could see. Fists blurred, bones snapped, bodies collapsed. One by one, the bullies fell¡ªmoaning in pain, scrambling away in terror. And then it was just him and the leader. The boy stepped closer, his blue eyes glowing in the dark. The bully shook, his confidence gone. And then he ran. The torment was over. But the boy¡¯s journey had just begun. He was changing. His senses sharpened. His reflexes were inhuman. He could smell fear. His skin could heal itself. And worst of all¡­ his blood was pure venom. One bite¡ªone touch¡ªand he could kill. He had become something more than human. And he wasn¡¯t going to waste it. He would use this power. Not for revenge. Not for hate. But for justice. And so, he designed his costume¡ªa black and red coat, a snake-like mask covering half his face. Standing before the mirror, his blue eyes shifted, turning reptilian¡ªyellow, slitted like a serpent¡¯s. He smirked. "Now¡­ let¡¯s begin." Chapter 2: The Serpent鈥檚 Awakening At night, the boy was no longer just a student. The world knew him as a nameless shadow, a silent predator hunting those who preyed on the weak. By day, he blended in¡ªa quiet, intelligent student, his piercing blue eyes hiding the darkness he carried. But when the sun set, he became something else. A force of vengeance. He had started small¡ªcatching thieves, punishing bullies in ways they couldn¡¯t explain. A broken wrist here, a fractured ankle there. He never killed. He didn¡¯t need to. Fear was a far better punishment. But one night, as he listened to the city¡¯s whispers, something caught his attention. Children were disappearing. The news spoke of homeless kids vanishing, their names never reported, their faces forgotten. No families to cry for them, no investigations to follow. Just another invisible tragedy in a world that didn¡¯t care. But then, one mistake. The kidnappers took a boy¡ªa street child who begged for his school fees. A child with parents. And now, for the first time, the police noticed the pattern. The boy sat in his room, staring at the news report on his phone. His fingers tightened into fists. "How many before him?" He had to find them. For the next few nights, he became one of them. Disguised in ragged clothes, he sat in the cold streets, his stomach empty, his body trembling not from hunger, but from anticipation. He waited. Four nights passed. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Then, on the fifth, they came. A sleek black car pulled up beside him. A man rolled down the window, his face unreadable behind dark glasses. ¡°You look tired, kid,¡± the man said, his voice smooth, practiced. ¡°How about some food?¡± The boy said nothing, only glanced at the wrapped sandwich the man held out. His fingers twitched. He knew. The food was drugged. He played his part, hesitating before reaching for it. He took a small bite¡ªjust enough to sell the act. Moments later, he let his body slump, his breathing slow. The man watched. Then, satisfied, he gestured to someone inside. Two more men stepped out, carefully lifting the boy. They whispered among themselves, laughing softly. They thought they had him. When the boy woke, his surroundings were different. A warehouse. The air was thick with the scent of oil and rust. But the worst smell was fear. Huddled in the corner, fifteen to twenty children sat, their faces pale, their eyes red from crying. The boy took a slow breath. "I was right." He moved toward the group, his voice calm, steady. ¡°I¡¯m going to get you all out of here,¡± he whispered. Silence. Then, one child spoke, his voice trembling. ¡°They take us one by one¡­ and they don¡¯t come back.¡± The boy¡¯s jaw clenched. Another child hesitated before adding, ¡°I heard them talking. Something about¡­ experiments.¡± The boy¡¯s stomach twisted. He had expected trafficking, maybe even organ smuggling. But experiments? He had to find out more. He pressed his ear against the wall, listening. The guards were talking. ¡°¡­Mad scientist, my ass,¡± one muttered. ¡°He¡¯s just some rich psycho playing with kids like they¡¯re lab rats.¡± Another scoffed. ¡°You saw what happened to the last one. That thing wasn¡¯t human anymore.¡± The boy¡¯s blood ran cold. Then, footsteps. A car screeched outside. Then a voice¡ªcalm, commanding, inhumanly cold. "Dispose of the last one. And bring me a new subject." The door creaked open. The boy¡¯s breath caught as a man stepped in. He was tall, his face hidden behind a dark mask. His eyes were a striking green, gleaming with intelligence¡ªand something else. Madness. A tattoo curled along his left hand, a serpent coiled around an eye. The scientist. The man¡¯s gaze swept across the children. He took a step forward. And the boy moved. Like lightning, he lashed out, his foot connecting with the nearest guard. A sharp crack echoed as the man crumpled. Chaos erupted. The children screamed. The guards lunged. But the boy was faster. He dodged, his movements fluid, unnatural. His fist struck, his venom-laced blood making even a scratch paralyzing. The scientist stepped back, intrigued. The boy locked eyes with him. And the scientist smiled. ¡°So it¡¯s you,¡± he murmured. Before the boy could react, the scientist snapped his fingers. Dozens of guards swarmed in. He fought. Hard. But there were too many. And then¡ª A syringe plunged into his neck. His vision blurred. The last thing he saw was the scientist watching him with quiet fascination. Then¡ªdarkness. The scientist studied the unconscious boy strapped to the metal table. A perfect specimen. He brushed a gloved hand over the boy¡¯s arm, pressing lightly against his skin. ¡°He¡¯s already mutated,¡± the scientist murmured, almost reverently. One of the guards hesitated. ¡°Should we¡­ dispose of him?¡± The scientist chuckled. ¡°No,¡± he said softly. ¡°We study him.¡± Because he didn¡¯t just want the boy. He needed him. Because in the boy¡¯s blood, in the venom that now pulsed through his veins, lay the key to verything. Chapter 3: Arrival of New Teacher A new teacher arrived at the school. His name was Murunda¡ªa man of striking presence, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing eyes that seemed to read into one¡¯s soul. There was an air of wisdom around him, a quiet authority that made students listen when he spoke. Yet, beneath that kind exterior, one boy¡ªAdir¡ªfelt something¡­ unnatural. Murunda was no ordinary teacher. He was a scientist in disguise, a man whose name had once been whispered in the world''s darkest corners. He had spent years conducting cruel experiments, twisting nature to his will, and now he had come to this school for one purpose: To find the Snake Boy. Murunda had seen him before¡ªat the smuggling docks, amidst the chaos, when a boy had slipped through his grasp. The only clue he had was a school belt wrapped around the boy¡¯s waist. And now, standing in this classroom, he was certain¡­ the snake-blooded child was somewhere among these students. But who? He needed a plan. Murunda spent days gaining trust, charming students and teachers alike. He was warm, understanding, and always seemed to say the right things. It wasn¡¯t long before the entire school admired him. And then, when the time was right, he made his move. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. One afternoon, as students ate lunch in the cafeteria, it happened. They began collapsing¡ªone by one¡ªclutching their throats, eyes wide with panic. The air filled with gasps and cries for help. Teachers rushed in, helpless. Then, Murunda stepped forward, calm and composed. ¡°I can save them,¡± he declared. No one questioned how he had an antidote. No one wondered why he was so prepared. They only watched as he administered the cure, one by one. By evening, Murunda was a hero. The students trusted him. The teachers respected him. Even Adir¡ªthe boy who had once felt something off¡ªbegan to believe in him. Days passed, and Murunda¡¯s influence grew. But he was no closer to finding the Snake Boy. And so, he devised another plan. ¡°There may still be traces of poison in the students¡¯ bodies,¡± he announced one morning. ¡°For their safety, I suggest a mandatory blood test.¡± The school agreed. Murunda¡¯s trap was set. Adir¡¯s heart pounded when he heard the announcement. "Blood tests? No. No, no, no. I can¡¯t. What if they see what¡¯s inside me?" He gripped his arm, feeling the veins beneath his skin, knowing that if they tested him¡­ his secret would be exposed. "I have to find a way out. I can¡¯t let them see my blood. Not him¡­ not Murunda." For days, he avoided school, feigning illness. But the fear followed him like a shadow. He lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. "Maybe I¡¯m overthinking. Maybe¡­ maybe Murunda can help me." It was a dangerous thought. But Adir had spent weeks watching him¡ªseeing his kindness, his intelligence. Maybe, just maybe, he was someone who could understand. And so, one evening, he made a decision. The science lab was empty when Adir stepped inside. Murunda stood at the counter, carefully pouring a dark liquid into a vial. He turned, surprised to see the boy. ¡°Sir, I¡­ I have to tell you something,¡± Adir said, voice unsteady. Murunda set the vial down, watching him. ¡°Go on.¡± Adir took a deep breath. His hands clenched into fists. ¡°I¡¯m¡­ different,¡± he finally admitted. ¡°My blood is not normal. I have venom inside me.¡± Silence. Murunda didn¡¯t react¡ªnot at first. Then, slowly, he smiled. Adir felt relief flood his chest. "He believes me. He understands. Maybe¡­ maybe I was right to trust him." Murunda placed a hand on Adir¡¯s shoulder. His grip was firm, almost too firm. ¡°You can trust me,¡± he said. ¡°I¡¯ll keep your secret.¡± Adir exhaled, feeling a weight lift off him. He had been so afraid, but now, finally, someone knew the truth. He didn¡¯t see the hunger in Murunda¡¯s eyes. He didn¡¯t hear the silent whisper in the scientist¡¯s mind. "With your blood, I will create something greater than you can imagine. I will make humans evolve beyond their limits. And you... you will be my masterpiece." Adir had just given himself away. And Murunda¡¯s experiment was about to begin Chapter 4: Attack of the Eagles Murund had taken the blood of Adir in excitement to his hidden laboratory, a place of horrors where countless boys were imprisoned in crystal-clear tubes. Their dismembered limbs floated in eerie preservation, remnants of past failures. Two of his evil scientists, both declared terrorists by the government for their gruesome experiments and mass murders, worked tirelessly alongside him. Their goal was simple yet horrifying: to destroy the world in the name of revenge. Murund¡¯s eyes gleamed with dark triumph as he held the vial of blood high. ¡°We will succeed this time! I have finally found the missing element that has been halting our progress.¡± Scientist 1, an aged man with deep scars from his own twisted experiments, stepped forward. ¡°What is it? Did you finally discover the chemical that can transform humans into monsters,allowing them to wield both human and animal powers? Can this make them ultra-strong beyond human limitations?¡± Murund smirked. ¡°Yes, I have.¡± The scientists rushed toward him, eager to see the miracle substance. But as soon as their eyes fell on the vial, their excitement wavered. ¡°Blood? Are you mocking us?¡± Murund¡¯s smirk deepened. ¡°This is no ordinary blood.¡± Scientist 2 squinted in curiosity. ¡°Then what is it?¡± Murund¡¯s voice dropped to a sinister whisper. ¡°It¡¯s the blood of the Snake Boy.¡± The scientists'' eyes widened, their expressions shifting from disbelief to pure exhilaration. ¡°How did you get it?¡± one of them asked, his hands trembling with anticipation. Murund recounted the story, his tone laced with satisfaction. ¡°With this, our dreams will finally become reality.¡± Wasting no time, the three descended into the depths of the lab. The facility buzzed with the sound of boiling chemicals, hissing vapors, and the occasional muffled screams of test subjects. Glass containers of glowing liquids lined the walls, casting an eerie light across the room. Scientist 1 carefully prepared a volatile solution. ¡°Now, let¡¯s add the blood and witness its power.¡± Murund poured a few drops into the concoction. The three leaned in with held breath¡ªbut nothing happened. The excitement in the room drained instantly. Scientist 2 scoffed. ¡°Are you sure this is the right blood? Or did the little boy trick you?¡± He smirked mockingly. Murund¡¯s face darkened. ¡°Enough! Just ensure the formula is correct.¡± Days turned into weeks as they tirelessly worked on the experiment, but every attempt ended in failure. The once confident trio now faced the crushing weight of despair. They were down to the last few drops of the precious blood¡ªfailure was not an option. With no alternatives left, they prepared a final solution, adding rare and deadly components: the wings, nails, and beak of an eagle. With a deep breath, Murund added the last drops of the blood and released a gaseous substance into one of the test tubes containing a kidnapped boy. A swirling mist of blue, red, and yellow filled the chamber. The room trembled as the test tube began to crack. The scientists'' faces lit up with wicked grins. ¡°We did it,¡± Murund whispered. A deafening shatter rang through the lab as the glass burst apart. From the remnants emerged a boy¡ªno longer human. His back bore mighty eagle wings, his hands ended in razor-sharp talons, and his jaw had transformed into a powerful beak. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The boy blinked, his golden eyes filled with confusion. ¡°Who are you? Who am I? Where am I?¡± Murund stepped forward, his voice soothing yet sinister. ¡°Welcome, my son. I am your father.¡± The boy frowned. ¡°What is a father?¡± Murund placed a hand on the boy¡¯s shoulder. ¡°The one who brought you into this world. And now, you will help your father take revenge on those who wronged him.¡± The boy tilted his head. ¡°Revenge?¡± Murund nodded, his gaze intense. ¡°Yes. You will make the people suffer. Use your power to make me happy.¡± The boy¡¯s expression hardened. ¡°Okay, Father. I will.¡± For weeks, Murund subjected the boy to brutal training, pushing him beyond human limits. The boy¡¯s power grew exponentially¡ªhe could tear through steel with his claws, fly at blinding speeds, and his screams could shatter glass. He became the perfect weapon of destruction. Meanwhile, Adir was undergoing his own transformation. Determined to uncover potential, he trained in secret, testing the limits of his powers. By day, he lived as a normal boy. But by night, he became a silent guardian, hunting down criminals and delivering justice under the cover of darkness. His reputation grew, and the people began to whisper of a new hero hidden behind a snake-shaped mask. Crime rates plummeted, fear struck the hearts of evildoers, and the legend of the Snake Boy spread across the city. But in the shadows, Murund and his monstrous creation waited, ready to unleash chaos upon the world. A war was coming. And only one would survive. Adir sat in the classroom, chatting with his friends about the new hero. ¡°Man, he¡¯s so cool! His fighting skills are brilliant!¡± one student said excitedly. Adir smirked inwardly. Yes, they are. The teacher clapped their hands for attention. ¡°Students, we have a new transfer joining us today. His name is Garu. He will be your new classmate.¡± The door creaked open, and a tall boy walked in. His piercing yellow eyes, golden hair, and beak-like nose gave him an almost predatory appearance. The class murmured. ¡°Whoa, he looks dangerous but kinda handsome.¡± The teacher gestured to an empty chair at the back. ¡°Garu, you can sit there.¡± As Garu passed by Adir, a strange sensation surged through both boys. Their instincts screamed one word¡ªdanger. Goosebumps prickled their skin. It was as if they were destined to fight. The day moved on until the sports period arrived. The teacher asked, ¡°Garu, would you like to participate in the sprint?¡± Garu nodded silently. The race began. As soon as the whistle blew, Garu bolted forward with unnatural speed, as if he were flying. The dust swirled behind him. Adir¡¯s eyes widened. No way¡­ He¡¯s not normal. Determined, Adir tapped into his hidden power. Both boys ran at such speed that they became a blur, invisible to the naked eye. Garu smirked, whispering, ¡°Ready to become prey, Snake Boy?¡± Then, in an instant, he vanished across the finish line. Adir skidded to a halt, his mind racing. How does he know who I am? From the shadows of a distant building, Murund watched, grinning wickedly. ¡°The town is about to lose its hero,¡± he chuckled darkly. That night, under Murund¡¯s command, Garu unleashed chaos upon the sleeping city. His piercing eagle cry echoed, summoning a monstrous flock of birds. Buildings crumbled, and screams filled the night. By morning, the city lay in ruins, a town of the dead. Adir awoke, his head spinning. He looked out the window and gasped. ¡°What¡­ happened? Why didn¡¯t I sense this? My snake instincts should have warned me.¡± His mind was blank, memories fragmented. Anger surged within him. He punched the window, shattering it, glass shards embedding into his fist. Then, a single thought pierced his mind. ¡°Mom¡­ Dad¡­¡± He ran, screaming, ¡°Mom! Dad!¡± But silence answered him. The news flashed on the screen. ¡°Many injured, several dead. Survivors have been admitted to DH Hospital.¡± Adir rushed toward the hospital, his heart pounding, his legs burning with every desperate step. He stormed inside, grabbing the first doctor he saw. ¡°Where are my parents?¡± A distant sound of weeping caught his ear. He turned sharply, sprinting toward it. ¡°Mom!¡± His mother turned, her face streaked with tears. Adir grasped her arms. ¡°Where¡¯s Dad?¡± She swallowed hard. ¡°He¡­ he¡¯s in the ICU. They don¡¯t know if they can save him.¡± Adir felt his world shatter. His fists clenched, shaking with fury. If they die¡­ I¡¯ll kill them all. Hours passed in agonizing silence until a doctor finally emerged. ¡°We¡¯ve stabilized him, but he¡¯s unconscious. We don¡¯t know when he¡¯ll wake up.¡± Tears welled in Adir¡¯s eyes as he and his mother entered the ICU. His father lay motionless, covered in bandages and wires. Adir dropped to his knees beside him. ¡°Please wake up, Dad. I¡¯ll follow every rule you ever taught me. Just¡­ wake up.¡± A sudden green glow emanated from his hands, spreading over his father¡¯s body. The machines beeped wildly. His father gasped, his eyes fluttering open. ¡°Really?¡± Adir choked out a laugh, hugging him tightly. Doctors and nurses rushed in, eyes wide. ¡°This¡­ this is impossible. He¡¯s completely healed¡ªlike he was never injured.¡± Later that night, Adir stood on a rooftop, mask in hand, watching the city. He could hear distant cries for help. His resolve hardened. He wouldn¡¯t let this happen again. But as he dashed toward a collapsing building, rescuing those trapped within, he saw a figure standing above the wreckage¡ªwatching him. A smirk. A flash of golden eyes. And then, he was gone. Adir clenched his fists. Who was that? The next few days passed in uneasy recovery. The city was rebuilding, healing. Chapter 5: Garuda vs Phanin Adir suspected that Garu was behind the eagle attacks. But why hadn''t his powers worked during the attack? Too many questions swirled in his mind, each one heavier than the last. The school bell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. Rushing toward school, Adir arrived just as the principal stepped forward. "Let us take a moment to remember the students we lost in recent tragedies." Adir''s thoughts raced. People died... but I saw them¡ªevery one of them. The principal continued, "One student who passed away was Garu, from the 10th standard class." Adir stiffened. His breath caught in his throat. What? He whispered under his breath, "How? I saw him¡­ that day¡­ on the building." Confusion gnawed at him. If Garu was dead, then who had he seen? Who was behind the attacks? Lost in thought, Adir walked through the school corridors when he suddenly collided with someone. He looked up¡ªit was Murunda. Murunda studied his face. "What¡¯s wrong, Adir? You look troubled." Adir hesitated before forcing a smile. "It¡¯s nothing, sir." Murunda gave him a knowing look but didn¡¯t press further. "Alright. But if you ever need help, you can come to me." As they walked away in opposite directions, Murunda''s eyes darkened. So¡­ you don¡¯t remember yet. Interesting. A Glimpse of the Past In the dimly lit lab, Murunda stood before a group of sinister-looking scientists. One held up a vial of murky liquid. "This drug can destroy Adir¡¯s cells, rendering his powers useless." Murunda smirked, taking the vial and later mixing it into Adir¡¯s lunch. Present Time Murunda clenched his fists. We succeeded in destroying the city¡­ but how did Adir regain his powers? Doubt crept in. Was the chemical ineffective? He stormed toward his lab, a furious storm raging in his mind. Meanwhile, Adir walked home, lost in thought. If Garu is dead¡­ then who is behind these attacks? The pieces weren¡¯t fitting together. Back in the lab, Murunda burst through the doors. "Where is Garu? I told him not to attack now!" A scientist hesitated. "He¡ªhe¡¯s attacking the city." Murunda¡¯s blood ran cold. "That fool¡­ We drugged him before, putting him into a forced sleep. That¡¯s why he was unable to fight. But this time¡­ his power has returned. And we don¡¯t know how much stronger he¡¯s become." Garu sat on the edge of a towering building, watching his eagles descend upon the helpless city. The night air carried their piercing cries as they rained destruction below. His golden eyes gleamed in the darkness. But this time, Adir was awake. The sound of flapping wings echoed through the distance. Adir shot up in bed. His senses tingled. They¡¯re back. Without hesitation, he grabbed his mask, placing pillows under his blanket to fake his presence before vanishing into the night. Standing atop a rooftop, he surveyed the chaos below. A sea of eagles tore through the sky, their razor-sharp talons slicing through buildings and vehicles alike. If I don¡¯t stop them, the city will be completely destroyed¡­ but their numbers¡­ it¡¯s too many. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. "Help me!" he roared into the sky. "Somebody¡ªanybody¡ªhelp me!" In the blink of an eye, the ground around him began to shift. A slithering sound filled the air. Adir turned, eyes wide. Snakes¡ªdozens, hundreds, thousands¡ªemerged from the shadows, their scales glistening under the moonlight. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. And then, something even stranger happened. He could hear them. Understand them. We are here to help you, they whispered in unison. Adir took a deep breath, realization dawning upon him. He wasn¡¯t alone. The war had truly begun. The wings of the eagles flickered in the sky, their powerful strokes sending fierce gusts of wind that rattled the buildings. As the eagles swooped down for an attack, coiling serpents sprang from the shadows, their scales glistening in the moonlight. Some wrapped tightly around the eagles¡¯ feet, dragging them down, while others launched themselves skyward, intercepting the assault midair. A group of eagles broke free, diving toward the terrified citizens below. Adir sprang into action, his fist colliding with the nearest eagle, sending it tumbling backward with a sharp screech. Another lunged at him, talons outstretched, but he pivoted, driving his elbow into its chest with bone-crushing force. Feathers and blood sprayed into the air as the creature crumpled to the ground. From atop a towering building, Garu¡¯s voice echoed through the night. ¡°Attack together!¡± he commanded. In perfect synchronization, a dozen eagles swarmed Adir, their talons gleaming like knives. One claw raked across his arm, drawing blood. He hissed in pain but retaliated instantly, his fists striking like a storm. With a deep breath, Adir¡¯s arms morphed into serpentine coils, whipping around in a deadly spiral. The snakes lashed out, sinking their fangs into the attackers. Some eagles screeched in agony as venom coursed through their veins, while others were flung violently against walls, their bones shattering on impact. Adir¡¯s sharp gaze locked onto the figure standing on the rooftop¡ªthe mastermind behind this attack. He advanced, ready to unmask the villain. But as he approached, waves of eagles descended upon him, forcing him to halt. Their talons tore into his skin, leaving gashes along his chest and back. He gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his fury. Without hesitation, Adir released a thick, green sleeping poison into the air. The gas spread rapidly, engulfing the rooftop. Eagles plummeted from the sky, unconscious before they hit the ground. Slithering up the building with his snake-like agility, Adir maneuvered through the mist and landed on the rooftop. His heart pounded as the haze cleared, revealing the figure standing before him. His breath caught. ¡°Garu¡­ you?¡± Garu¡¯s golden eyes gleamed. ¡°Yes. It¡¯s me.¡± Adir clenched his fists. ¡°I had my doubts when we met, but why? Why are you doing this? We could use our powers to save people, not destroy them!¡± Garu¡¯s expression remained cold. ¡°Save?¡± he scoffed. ¡°Why should I save people? My only purpose is to make them suffer¡ªjust as they made my father suffer.¡± Adir took a step forward. ¡°Your father wouldn¡¯t want this, Garu. You can¡¯t punish an entire city for the actions of a few.¡± ¡°Enough with your nonsense!¡± Garu snarled before vanishing in a blur. A split second later, his fist collided with Adir¡¯s ribs, sending him skidding backward. The force of the impact rattled his bones, and he coughed up blood. Adir groaned, holding his side. ¡°I don¡¯t want to fight you. We can talk¡ª¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to talk!¡± Garu roared, launching another attack. Adir barely had time to react. He ducked just in time, Garu¡¯s clawed fist slicing the air inches from his face. He countered with a vicious uppercut, catching Garu in the jaw. The impact sent him staggering, but only for a moment. With a furious screech, Garu lashed out, his talons carving into Adir¡¯s shoulder, sending waves of pain searing through his body. Adir¡¯s instincts flared. His eyes turned an icy blue, his perception sharpening. He dodged, twisting his body effortlessly, avoiding Garu¡¯s relentless strikes. But Garu was unyielding, his fists moving faster, each blow packed with murderous intent. One punch caught Adir in the gut, knocking the wind from his lungs. He gasped but retaliated, wrapping his snake-like limbs around Garu and slamming him into the rooftop. ¡°You can¡¯t win! I¡¯m faster, stronger!¡± Adir growled. Garu¡¯s lips curled into a dark grin. ¡°Haa¡­ haaa¡­¡± he chuckled. ¡°You think you¡¯re special? That you¡¯re the only one who¡¯s evolved?¡± His body convulsed, morphing before Adir¡¯s eyes. His fingers extended into razor-sharp talons, wings burst from his back, his face contorted¡ªhis mouth replaced by a powerful beak. Adir¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°You¡­ You¡¯re a hybrid too?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Garu sneered before lunging forward. He sank his beak deep into Adir¡¯s tail, forcing him to release his grip. Pain shot through Adir¡¯s body as Garu¡¯s powerful jaws tightened. Then, with a powerful flap of his wings, he lifted Adir high into the sky. Adir struggled, twisting to free himself, but Garu¡¯s talons dug deep into his flesh. With a wicked grin, Garu hurled Adir off the rooftop. Wind roared past Adir¡¯s ears as he plummeted. He reached out, grabbing the edge of a nearby window, stopping his fall just in time. His fingers burned from the friction, but he gritted his teeth and pulled himself up. But Garu wasn¡¯t finished. With the speed of a lightning strike, he dove, seizing Adir¡¯s tail in his beak. He soared upward, then flung Adir once more, slamming him into the rooftop. Garu¡¯s attacks were relentless. He gave Adir no time to recover, no time to breathe. Each strike landed with crushing force. Adir¡¯s body ached, his vision blurred. His wounds struggled to heal fast enough. Blood pooled beneath him, his strength waning. Summoning every ounce of strength left, Adir sent out a silent command. From the shadows, hundreds of snakes slithered forth, their glowing eyes locked onto their target. ¡°Attack,¡± Adir whispered, his voice barely above a hiss. The snakes surged forward in waves, surrounding Garu from every direction. He clawed and slashed, his talons rending their flesh, but there were too many. Their fangs sank into his skin, venom pumping through his veins. Garu screeched, his body convulsing from the toxins. Both warriors were wounded, their movements slowing. Blood dripped from their bodies, staining the rooftop. Adir wavered, his strength faltering. With a final burst of energy, Garu lunged¡ªhis talon aimed at Adir¡¯s heart. Adir braced for impact¡ªbut before the strike could land, a massive serpent erupted from the mist, coiling around Garu with monstrous force. With a single, powerful strike, it hurled Garu away, sending him crashing through the ruins of a nearby building. Adir¡¯s vision darkened as exhaustion overtook him. His limbs trembled, his breath ragged. The battle had ended, but the war had only just begun. Chapter 6: Garuda鈥檚 Escape The Giant snake takes adir to his room and then vanishes in thin air. On the other side, Garu is brutally injured and struggling to stay on his feet. Garu clutched his side, his breath ragged. His body ached from the wounds he had suffered, but one thought burned in his mind¡ªwho was that snake? And how was it so powerful? Staggering, he forced himself to move. His only hope was the lab¡ªhis father would help him. He had to. As he made his way down the cold, dimly lit corridors of the facility, voices echoed from a nearby room. He slowed his pace, his body tensing as he recognized Murunda¡¯s voice. Murunda¡¯s tone was sharp with frustration. "That stupid boy¡­ because of him, we¡¯re about to lose our most valuable tool. Do you know how much effort went into making him what he is?" A scientist responded calmly, "Don¡¯t worry, sir. We have other test subjects. We can create something even stronger." Murunda scoffed. "Fools. He¡¯s special. He has the power of the eagle! The others¡­ they¡¯re weak in comparison." He let out a cold chuckle. "It took years of selecting the right children. Some parents were so desperate, they were willing to sell their kids. But Garu¡­ there was something about him. I saw potential." Garu¡¯s stomach twisted. He felt the sting of betrayal laced with every word Murunda spoke. Murunda continued, his voice laced with malice. "His pathetic parents¡­ they dared to lecture me about love. Love!" He let out a cruel laugh. "So I killed them. I needed him, and they were in the way." Garu¡¯s breath hitched. His legs felt weak. His hands trembled. His vision blurred with tears. "That stupid boy thinks I¡¯m his father." Murunda sneered. "A worthless street rat, thinking he could be my son?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "He¡¯s a tool. All of them are. And if he dies, we¡¯ll simply replace him. Our work will continue. This world will kneel before us." Garu pressed his back against the cold wall, his chest tightening. His whole life¡ªeverything he believed¡ªwas a lie. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor made Garu snap back to reality. "We need to find Garu," Murunda declared. "If he¡¯s alive, he¡¯s still useful. But if he refuses to obey¡­" His voice turned chilling. "Then we discard him." Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Garu didn¡¯t wait to hear more. He turned and bolted down the dark hallway, his heart pounding. He had to get away. He had to escape this nightmare. His legs burned as he ran through the city¡¯s empty streets, his mind racing. Everything hurt¡ªhis body, his heart, his soul. The betrayal was too much. He had no home, no family. He was nothing more than an experiment. Exhaustion overtook him, and his vision darkened. The last thing he saw was the blinding headlights of a car before his body collapsed onto the cold pavement. The car screeched to a halt. A tall figure stepped out, his black coat flowing in the wind. He stared down at Garu¡¯s limp form before bending down. Without hesitation, he lifted him up and carried him into the darkness. Inside a hidden lab, the man worked swiftly, administering an antidote to Garu¡¯s wounds. The boy¡¯s body, once monstrous, now appeared human again. The scientist watched over him, a knowing glint in his eyes. The Next Morning¡­ Adir jolted awake, gasping for air. His eyes darted around. "Where¡­ am I?" His surroundings were familiar. Too familiar. "This is my room¡­?" His heartbeat quickened. "How did I get here?" The sound of footsteps outside his door sent him into a panic. He glanced down at himself¡ªno blood, no wounds, not even a scratch. It was as if last night never happened. The door creaked open. "Wake up, Adir. You¡¯re going to be late for school," his mother called. Adir¡¯s breath hitched. "Mom, I can explain. I was fighting¡ª"She chuckled. "Fighting?" She smiled. "You must have been dreaming, my sweet boy. There¡¯s not a single bruise on you." Adir''s heart pounded. "But¡­ I was hurt. I¡ª"He threw off his blanket and rushed to the bathroom, flipping on the light. His hands roamed over his body, searching for any sign of the brutal fight from last night.Nothing. No cuts. No bruises. No torn clothes. It was as if none of it ever happened. Adir stared at his reflection, his thoughts spinning. "This doesn¡¯t make sense¡­" His mother¡¯s voice called from downstairs. "Hurry up, kiddo! Breakfast is ready!" Adir sat down on the floor, gripping his head. He remembered fighting Garu. He remembered falling unconscious. So how did he get back home? And why was his body completely healed? More importantly¡­ where was Garu? Murunda had spent the entire night searching for Garu, but there was no trace of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Murunda clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together. "My tracker is on the rooftop¡­ along with Garu¡¯s torn clothes." He let out a furious growl. "Is he dead?!" "Shit!" He slammed his fist against the wall, then turned sharply toward his lab. "We don¡¯t have time to waste. Prepare the next phase of the experiment. I want results. Now." The scientists nodded, scrambling to work. In a matter of minutes, chemicals were drawn into syringes, and a series of test tubes were lined up, filled with glowing substances. Meanwhile, Murunda stormed toward the locked chamber at the back of the facility. With a single push, he opened the door and stepped inside, sealing it behind him. Two scientists exchanged uneasy glances. "What is he doing in there?" one whispered. "I don¡¯t know," the other muttered. "But whatever it is¡­ it¡¯s not science." Inside the dark room, Murunda stood before a ritual circle, ancient symbols carved into the floor. He closed his eyes, his lips curling into a sinister smile.He began to chant. "Andhak¨¡re?a ¨¡v¨¡hanam kuru¡­ vibh¨©?ik¨¡ dv¨¡ram udgh¨¡?aya¡­ Raktasya mantrena¡­agnisvar¨±pa, sam¨¡gata bhava¡­" The room trembled. Shadows flickered unnaturally along the walls. A deep, guttural voice rumbled from the darkness, answering his call. Murunda¡¯s grin widened. "The time is near¡­"