Author's Notes:
When i first saw the Eagle grab that deer in game, my mouth gaped. When i saw it again with a wild boar, i laughed. I didn't think it was possible, and i checked the internet and it turned out to be an actual fact. Fuck me! Eagles can do anything, and everything they fucking please!
Screams from Vyatha were a constant thing in the City of Pain. It was all to familiar to Daisy who had been an occupant a month ago. Yet here she was at her own free will, to break the spell on 'snow white'. It was a work on progress, but it was starting somewhere. She began by understanding the new Jason, what his motivations were, his attitude shaped by his past. She had watched the gradual process of Jason breaking down on Rook Island yet she did nothing then. But now, it was her chance. If she failed, Ajay would take his head at the first opportunity and she knew he was more than capable of doing so. She became aware of the natures of Mohan and his Devas as was Jason's. Something unnatural had altered them in some way. How Sabal could come back from the dead and survive a broken neck or in other instances direct shots to his torso and head during the firefight. She wondered if that Maya girl was alright.
Jubilant humming could be heard from the outside of the door to the office which was once Paul's. The 'King' of Vyatha had returned. Over the course of Jason's possession, he took control of the renegades and less than desirable Golden Path cutthroats. Reminiscent of 'his' pirating days.
"Honey, I'm homeeee…" Jason called out and entered the kitchen to cook up a meal like he usually did. It was one of the weirdest things to see, and he was a decent cook at that. He'd cooked all of her meals thus far. She guessed that even killers needed to eat in style.
"There you goo!" He came over in a cooking apron and placed two servings of roasted goat on the table by the veranda overlooking the whole of Vyatha city itself. Ignoring the screams, it would have been a wonderful ambient setting.
"Ah-Ah-Ah! Hands off the table and what do you say?"
"Um.. Thanks."
"Kiss the chef?" He asked doing a mock kiss.
"Maybe not." Jason laughed as he took his seat and ate his portion.
-The hell is with this setting?- That was the words she used the first time he did this, by now she was used to it.
"…..-and so, I made him eat his friend! Hahahaha!" Jason talked about his encounter with some guy named McLovin he tortured just days before their arrival on Rook Island. If she was that man he talked about, she would beg for him to end her life of that hell he put that poor soul through.
Jason had been surprisingly open to her in fact, she would have been charmed by him had she not forgotten he was still the same psychopathic killer that trapped and toyed with them on the island.
He also murdered Grant. And she hated him for it, but he was also Jason and at the same time not. Holding the younger brother of the person she loved hostage.
"Why do you still persist?" He asked after settling down from his meal and one sided conversation.
"Why do you still resist?" Jason chuckled.
"That Guero has long been put away not by me but Kyrati Jesus, Mohan."
"Put….away?" She asked baffled.
"Like fucking magic, (click) Chris angel mindfreak-style!"
She was no closer to understanding what he was saying.
"Even if I wanted to switch, which by the way I don't. It's not as if I knew how… that man changed the combinations my sister placed and-…. There's something dangerous about him." He murmured.
"You're wasting your time here anyway. Well, not that I didn't enjoy your company though, senorita." Jason took a drink out of the glass of Shangri-lager he poured himself. He was thoroughly enjoying the local specialties this new environment had to offer. Just the other day, he enraged a rhino and harassed it with a buzzer. When he was tired, he remembered to fetch the horn before leaving.
"What if he could undo it?"
Jason spit out his drink. Even for someone like him, what she said was crazy.
"Yeah, like he's gonna give away his trump so the white boy could just walk away." He was still disgrudged that someone still had a hold of him, his freedom was limited to the boundaries of wherever Mohan wanted.
"Take me to meet him then." Jason laughed so hard he almost broke a gut.
"Don't you want your freedom?" He stopped laughing and looked at her with a glare.
"Don't make me laugh, what you want is not what I want?"
"Maybe, but who's to say your wish can't be fulfilled when I get what I want?"
"Ha! Getting lil'Jase back means destroying me." Jason grasped her violently and pulled her towards him.
"Are you asking me to kill myself?" Her eyes shivered but then steadied with resolve as she replied to his inquiry.
"No. I want what's best for both of us."
"You? Want the best for both of us?" He said laughing, but her serious expression made it less hilarious as she wasn't kidding yet she definitely didn't have the power to make it happen, that was why she depended on him. Like she depended on him for everything else, food, water, keeping the horndog of men he had at bay to by reminding them of their place. Not that the renegades ever dared to mess with their boss's woman either way.
"I don't know what sort of childhood you went through. Perhaps you worked so hard for someone in the past, only to be let down. From there, you simply didn't care anymore." It was almost as if she was reminiscing Ajay's life in Brooklyn.
(Slam) (Crash) Jason struck the table with his hand and sent the plates crashing about.
"What could you possibly know about being let down?" He stared at her with a hateful glare like he would crush her at any moment.
"Because I was the one that did the letting down to someone before." Jason snorted and went over to pick the plates. It was weird that he was so neat despite his other hobbies.
"He can reverse what he did to you, but he might also be able to surplant you to another body." She reconfirmed and Jason chuckled. The more she spoke, the funnier it got.
"And pray tell, why would he do all these things that'll inconvenience him to this extent?" He wanted to hear why she thought that this guy would just give in to her beyond selfish requests, were all blondes like this? (Author: So not true.)
"Because I have something he wants." Jason stopped laughing again. She actually possessed something valuable. Undoing Jason meant undoing Mohan's hex of binding which was causing an itch on him for the past few months.
"So… what's it?" He asked after leaning closer.
"Only if you promise to give him back."
"Yeah, sure. Only if it's a guarantee he'll do it. Wonder if he'll give me a body to chose from, hopefully one with a bigger pecker than this one." He patted his trousers.
Daisy tried to ignore the last part. "I mean what I say. Do we have a deal?" She raised her hand towards him.
"You have it, spice lips." He clasped her hand and shook firmly.
It was at this moment when a minion came to them and passed him a piece of paper. At that moment he raised his eyebrows.
"What is it?"
"Looks like their prepping for a surprise raid on that sweet fortress they fucked up last time, they wanna take it for good this time. And they've got backup from some dope army of a foreign country. Ha!" Things were looking dire for the Royal Army already.
"And I got invited!" He waved the slip about and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Gotta prepare, Daise. No field camp can go without preparation."
"…"
"Sooooo… what'cha got that'll get'im to release me and Jas?"
Daisy had her convictions about what she was about to give to them. But it seemed like it was the only way for Mohan to release Jason's consciousness from his prison. Provided he was a man of his word. What she was about to do could very well jeopardize one person's life for another.
-Forgive me, Ajay. It seems like the only way.-
She said as she closed her eyes to beg for forgiveness hoping that apology would reach him, like it could.
"Well?" Her eyes opened and she said to this Jason the piece of info-… no, intel that would get Mohan to release them both.
"It concerns the whereabouts of his son."
Puffs of smoke bellowed from where the row of vehicles were parked, bombarding the cleared off mountainside that was used as a firing range for the Hussar Battalions. It was already week three since Pagan's birthday now. Today was just another day of training for the 1st and 2nd Battalion Hussars. Ajay was called back from the fortress for R&R, which he used the time to inspect the Armored forces like he promised to Samuel and Kuber whom got along fine. Sadly, the same could not be said for the men, it was a clear distinction between them. Kyrati and Canton, they'd provoked eachother on numerous occasions already as Ajay had expected.
Ajay had gone through a thorough training regime with the PDF so that they knew their craft to the finest detail. So that when they felt hesitant in the battlefield, at least their reflex or instinct could take over and improve their chances to survive. Why was he so worried about the presence of the PDF left unattended in the fortress anyway, was this a gut feeling?
Letter's regarding Biraj's deactivated status and enrolment into the vocation school under an arts scholarship had been accepted. He relayed the news to the ecstatic Biraj, his attitude towards Ajay changed 180 after that. Which made things easier for him. Now, all he had to do was wait for Jatayu Company's tour to finish in a week's time.
It was clear in the strategy to rid Golden Paths presence from Kyrat was through a series of high speed destruction of installations and the capture of high ranking leaders. That meant carrying high firepower on the move to clear each objective one by one. It was still better than foot infantry or the more vulnerable heli-borne shock troopers.
1st Hussar's vehicle overhauls had been completed after a month long project in the workshops and arsenal.
Currently, the Hussars' were ranging their guns. The 2nd Battalions' 105mm Patria tank destroyer and 1st Battalions' newly upgraded Ratels with a higher pressure Mk8 90mm guns from the same Belgian manufacturer. Smaller than the 105mm guns of their younger unit counterparts but equally lethal to armor and infanty targets. It's standard loads had also changed to two types of ammunitions, High-Explosive Squash Head and APFSDS, otherwise known as Sabot. Both had automatic loading capabilities which reduced the stress on the crew.
Kuber said that both guns could fire indirectly like artillery up to 8 and 10 klicks respectively from smaller calibre to larger.
The crew members of the 1st Battalion were more than familiar with their vehicles, they'd also trained heavily in coordinated armor formations and movement drills. Whether against infantry or other armored targets. While there weren't any armor on the Golden Paths side, who was to say there wouldn't when things looked settled.
The guns of the tank destroyer platoon of both respective platoons were having a gunfighting competition to see who was a better shot. The 1st Battalion men weren't worried at all, because Anish was commanding that platoon. The competition comprised of mobility around obstacles, shoot-and-scoot, firing on the move and static shots at long range targets. They were on to the last segment.
(BOOM) (BOOM)
To be honest, both vehicles had pretty advanced digital fire control systems so there was no way they'd miss. So the competition blew down to speed and mobility. The 6x6 wheels design of the Ratels had caused Anish's platoon to lag behind the superior cross-country mobility of the 8x8 wheeled Patria AMVs. But when it came to shooting on the move, they fired without the use of the calibrations of the fire control. While the 2nd Battalion was still messing with the ballistic computers to key in the coordinates of the target.
"Come on! Anish, sir!" The 1st battalion cheered on from the gazebos. The 2nd Battalion equally cheered for their own platoon.
Lieutenant-Colonels Kuber and Samuel were under the shade of the command tower with Ajay, inspecting high commands' strategy to destroy Golden Paths elements in Tirtha and the Golden Path recruitment camp.
"High command, authorised the use of white phosphrous and thermobaric warheads against soft targets. Three days before the attack there will be a warning to the remaining civilians to stay in their homes. Do not fire on buildings unless your dismounts can confirm there are just hostiles inside. For those with a mix, have the infantry deal with them then move on." Ajay stated the rule of engagement to them both.
"Question, your grace." Kuber asked.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Why is Banapur the last on the list of placed to apprehend and not the first? That is after all the place where majority of the forces are concentrated in."
"I just noticed as well. Could it be that this was intentionally done by High Command and the Marshal?" Samuel asked. At this point, Ajay had discerned that Samuel wasn't a player for the Cantons, but that didn't mean he was potentially a chesspiece.
"Once all elements have been cleared outside their headquarters, the mission will change into hunter-killer. You will not be engaging the forces in Banapur."
Now they were baffled beyond understanding.
"Banapur is to be daisy-cuttered."
The shock backlashed them when Ajay told them what was the ultimate fate of two thousand residence in Banapur, and three thousand of the stationed soldiers in the area. Fuel-air explosives, a type of composition that conferred deaths through shockwave and high-intensity heat.
"What?!" Samuel's mouth gaped.
"Your grace, there are civilians still in that area!" Kuber protested.
"The C-100s parked at Meh Teh will make a few bombing run trips, the first target is the nearby Golden Path camp then the town itself. Upon release of the first daisy cutter bomb pamphlets will be released to let them know that the town is the next target. Those not out in two-hours….. well, we'll be cleaning up their ash."
"Your grace, the people won't mov-." Ajay was aware of the stubborn nature of the residence, they were thoroughly Golden Path. He'd been with them in both timelines to make that conclusion, even if they were Kyrati citizens, they were rebels.
"I've given the villagers at Banapur multiple opportunities to disassociate themselves with Golden Path. Not once, but four times! Time and time again, they chose to side with Sabal, then Mohan. If they believe so deeply in his ideals, then they can die for them! You will consider any survivor at the site later as a member of Golden Path. And your orders are to kill all members and associates of Golden Path that resist arrest." If lives could be curled by mere words, Ajay had made that a reality.
The two commanders were thoroughly convinced that it would happen even without their approval of the methods.
"High command seemed to think the exact same thing." Ajay revealed that it was an authorization by their superiors and not the Duke of Lakshman.
"Is this really necessary?" Kuber couldn't accept it.
"Which would you prefer, wasting the lives of your men only to have a stalemate with desperate fighters with no guarantee of winning. If they win, their anger will be taken out on the civilians in other places for ignoring them and assisting us. If you win, they sure as hell won't let you both savor the victory over them but turn it into an empty one instead." Hearing Ajay's grim prospects on the alternative made Kuber feel ashamed of asking.
"Or would you prefer they die instead of your men in one quick death without regrets with an airburst munition killing and vaporising them instantly. You preserve the lives of your men, you save the lives of thousands more you were sworn to protect when you wore that uniform."
"Although…. It still doesn't absolve our actions against them." He said to the reluctant officer to confirm his views on the fuel-air bombs. Kuber was left to process his thoughts and beliefs as Ajay got up to leave the tower, he turned to Samuel.
"This'll be your battalions' first combat mission, not the finest of hours. But remember, cornered rats-.."
"Bite the hardest. I'll take note of what your grace has said." Ajay smiled when Samuel understood the saying and bid him farewell till the day of the operation.
In light of hard times, there was no place like home. His last time at the Homestead was when he waited for the girls to bring them to Pagan's party.
The man was happily flying around in his new helicopter but also taking intense lessons from Kamran and the flight committee of helicopter pilots that were in his payroll. There were times he wanted to fly his own vehicle, so he stopped making excuses to try. Ajay barely found him at the palace as he was in the air clocking flight time with Kamran. In the palace, he met Yuma who says she was two months in on her pregnancy. Ajay didn't forget to congratulate her, which she smiled. It was a weird thing to see for him, since she had tried to kill him last time and this timeline was with many close calls with her super assassin Darshan. Although it was clear the latter had his own agendas but not coinciding with each other's interests. There was no easy days for Maya, who was left entirely with the working load. Pagan had insisted Yuma stay indoors for the entire length of the road ahead and to minimise looking at paperwork. He was quite excited about being a father, again.
Ajay was glad, he too had hopes for their kid. While Pagan might insist on him taking the throne out of restoring natural order. Ajay didn't think it was that bad. After all, monarchs weren't decided from birth, they were forged from their leadership over a land where its people yearned to call their home. Ajay saw no qualities in himself to rule over the people, he was through and through a subject of fate and the will and hopes of others. He didn't have his own dreams save for the restoration of Kyrat from the mess his family had created. After that-….. It would be peaceful days at the Homestead.
The end of Badala, the end of Ajay Ghale, and the end of his vengeance.
Ajay played the flute that he kept in his possession since he found it at the bazaar, it had a unique design to it for such a simple instrument. It was the engravings that made him rather curious of its origin and background. Unfortunately, there was nothing on it. He did ask the owner who he got it from, and the owner answered that an elderly monk handed it to him without explaining or asking for a price. The owner had an ominous feeling about it and threw it amongst his pile, hoping someone would buy it up. But none had done so, not until Ajay. A perculiar thing about the flute's structure, while the engravings were top notch the flute seemed unfinished as the hole of the whole length seemed crude. But that wasn't all.
One of the weirdest things about the flute though, was there was an animal row aligned to a respective hole. Ten animals in fact, all corresponding with the ten primary animals in the Kyrati ecosystem.
"…." A thought occurred to him.
-Oh- What the heck! Let's just see.-
(crude note) A broken note came out of the flute when he covered the hole on the eagle hieroglyph. He tried to meddle with the notes to produce a clear sound. Maybe if he changed the way he blew into the flute it would give a different result. He tried one with his mouth mimicking a whistle as he blew into the flute and to his surprise it produced an unusual but clear animal call of that animal, reminiscent of the Cherokee Indians signal calls.
"This thing's wicked!" Such a simple tube with holes could produce such an unsual sound. Perhaps in his radio silent moments he could use it as a unique animal call to inform the rest what to do in hostile territory. Although, potential victims would wonder if they were hearing things as Ajay were to mimick nearly every animal in the area.
(Plop) A sound could be heard in front of him in the veranda where he was seated under the shade.
"The hell?" It appeared to be a goat's carcass.
A goat fell from the sky? Ajay rubbed his eyes to confirm he wasn't seeing things. (Screech)
A shadow appeared blocking the sunlight from Ajay, which put him on his wits as he felt his way to the slayer propped against the armchair. It was a very annoying yet familiar occurance in Kyrat.
It was an eagle attack.
Black Eagles of Kyrat were one of the most majestic creatures in the man-made conservatories. But in the wild, they were the most dangerous things next to a tiger attack. Black Eagles were aggressive all year round here, and they'd attack anyone for no particular reason. Ajay especially hated them because they were a nuisance when he climbed those bell towers. They were also one of the craziest creatures he'd ever seen. Once, he'd been out hunting and stalked a sambar and was about to deliver the killing shot when an eagle flew down and nicked the carcass. That was a hundred and eighty-kilogram beast, and it could sustain flight whilst making off with his deer dinner.
And this one with the wingspan of over a metre was swooping down towards him. The slayer was more than enough to kill it at this range, but it would be a waste of difficult to make and on short supply ammo. So he swivelled his gun around with the butt facing the incoming attacker, ready to butt it with the end of his gun.
But to his amazement, the eagle landed in front of him and what appeared to be its prey, the goat which it had been on its way to eat in safer grounds. The eagle just stood there facing him.
-No…. it can't be.-
Immediately the thought on the flute appeared on his mind. He took it out and looked at it then the specimen that stood waiting for something.
(Flute call) He blew into the flute to test the theory which if was genuine would totally blow his mind.
(Screech) The eagle made a screech noise and jumped forwards but stayed where it was.
"Oh my god. Oh my god! Bhadra! Maya! Saras! Eagle!"
All of them ran downstairs at the word, Eagle. Eagle attacks were too common and highly vicious, they expected to treat wounds of a victim. Instead they came to the door with Ajay standing next to a completely obedient Eagle.
"Is this some sort of joke….?" Bhadra initiated as a retort.
"No idea how this happened. Quick! Take a picture!" He threw his smartphone over and made a pose with the eagle with his hand over its head like he was comparing it and his height.
"Pftt!" Saras couldn't control.
"Done. How the hell did this happen? What did you do to it?" She passed back the phone and inquired.
Ajay explained the flute he bought at the market and about the perculiarity of its design, the match with this coincidence. Ajay suddenly sensed a feeling of dread as something reached for the flute in his hands. He raised it on reflex and just in time before Maya caught grasp of it.
"I should have known." He looked at Maya with distaste.
"So much power, to call the very nature at will! And it fell into this idiot's hands." Ajay was more than familiar with her love for furries, and this flute would bring them all to her at anytime she wanted.
"Can it call other animals?"
"Dunno, here." Ajay handed the flute without complaint to Saras, earning an eyeful of glares from Maya whom wanted to try more than any of them. But Ajay knew that if it fell into her hands, he'd never see it again.
(Flute call)
They waited for a while for an animal to appear. And what came next gave them a heart attack.
(Wet growl) A leopard burst from the trees and sprinted towards them. With pale faces, their immediate reaction was to run back into the house and barricade the door.
"Why the hell did you pick the leopard?!" Maya said crossed.
"I dunno! I thought it was just one of Ajay's pranks! Seeing as he trained BIshal and Vajra, I thought he wanted to scam you after he trained an eagle so I collaborated!" She confessed.
Personally, Ajay was a little annoyed that this was what Saras saw in him. A person who was always scheming against others. That was so not him! It was only just a few cases where he manipulated Paul, turned the Golden Path remnants into Mukti tigers to counter Sabal, kept Sabal alive to run back in-….
-I am a schemer.-
After making resolve on what he was, Ajay peered out of the window like the others. That been said, he wondered why he followed them when he had the most powerful gun in his possession at hand. Guess he got led on by their frantic behaviour.
Ajay opened the door to the outside to find the Leopard on its hind legs sitting next to the eagle albeit growling and screeching at one another but not biting or pecking. It was at this moment that they realised.
That Ajay's flute was the real deal in controlling animals.
-Dafuq-….-
Ajay was loss at what to do with these two animals at his porch.
"Shoo! Shoo!" He tried to send them off, but they looked at him funny where they sat.
"Here, let me try." Bhadra took the flute and played it the same way that Ajay had told them. (Flute high-pitch) But the way she blew into it triggered a different response. That being the leopard and eagle turning towards Ajay and Saras and showing hostility. They pounced towards them with the intention to kill suddenly.
Ajay's reaction was quick to that change in behaviour.
(Boom) (Boom) He blasted both the creatures with each shot before they got to him or Saras, then turned to Bhadra who looked at him with a mischievious grin. She knew she did something wrong as she handed back the flute.
"How did you blow it?" Was all Ajay was interested in. The way she did, triggered a different response with the animals. Ajay's whistle called the respective animals to him. But Bhadra's sent them into full attack mode, it was clear she had accidentally discovered the attack command on the flute.
"Sorry, I can't whistle very well. So I tried to shortcut by doing quick blows into the flute."
The four of them stare at the flute in Ajay's hands. Not sure of what to do with such a mysterious item which could command nature to the user's bidding.
"""….""" It was a dangerous item to have.
Ajay loaded a non-sabot round into the slayers chamber.
"You guys want barbeque ribs for dinner?" Instantly their faces turned to delight, Saras and Maya chuckled away. Ajay intended to use the flute to summon their dinner in the form of a wild boar.
In the end, what made the day was a happy stomach.
A blanket of stars painted a pretty picture for the night over Lanka. It was to be another night of celebrating in the local taverns that were filled to the brim with people. Much to the delight of the proprietors and proprietresses, for the amount they were earning every single night.
There was nothing like a decent meal, icy cold local brew and company to end the week of hard toiling or soldiering. As the construction workers sourced from Hubris and the soldiers along with the PDF danced and sung to the beat of their favorite local songs.
The guards were grumbling that it was their shift to guard the posts at the beginning of the long weekend. Especially Jatan who was guarding the outermost wall, which was total pitch black in the open fields beyond. He'd been made to serve this guard duty out of pulling the shortest straw from the group.
"Grumbling won't make it any better." His partner told him.
"At least, they could've picked a better place for me to serve. Then at least I could've asked someone to fetch a pint."
"Huh! Quite the daredevil, aren't you. Aren't you afraid the demon will catch you drunk at your post tomorrow morning?"
"He went back to Uttar for a week long break this time."
"I'm surprised he even took one. You've not been here that long but many of the wall vets and workers have been saying he stayed since the construction of this place."
"Of course he did, if not how would it not have dished out that beating on Golden Path like it did at the Battle of Lanka."
"True, you think that bastard Mohan'll try again?" His friend asked as he stared out from the wall looking at the embers of light where Naccarapur town was.
"Nah. Not in a million years. Badala was right, his appearance changed nothing."
"I hope you're right. See….. I've been having this feeling every since yesterday."
"Don't jinx it."
"I'm not, its just-… don't you feel its weird that Golden Path has survived this long."
"…"
"I mean, why doesn't Badala attack them at Banapur. We even know that's where the Golden Path base is."
"We're just some grunts, dude. We'll never understand what the big wigs think. Heard Badala kicked those Canton bastards asses at the King's birthday party too."
"Really?! No way!" His partner responded excitedly. It was because the Cantons had long sustained a status above others save for the King himself. Literally no one could touch them and remain unscathed, until Badala broke that myth. The rumor passed the censorship the Cantons tried to enforce at the party and spread like wild fire.
"Guess we can ask the man himself when he passes by next time." Jatan popped out a cigarette from the stack.
"Here man." His partner flicked out his zippo lighter and brought it to him.
"Hey, than- (splat)." Something wet sprayed upon his face.
-The hell?- He wipped the wet stuff from his face and looked at his hands under the light of the zippo.
Blood.
The zippo fell from his partner's hand and the body fell with it. His partner's body with a hole through his head.
"ENEMY IN THE PERIMET-murgh!" A pair of hands clasped around his head and twisted. (Snap) Jatan's body fell lifelessly to the ground next to his partner.
"What was that?!"
"Sound the alarm! We have a breach!"
But Jatan's last call had prevented further deaths from occurring unaware. Hooks flew over the wall and anchored against the edge. Hundreds of shadows in grey uniforms climbed over the walls with the purpose of taking the initiative in distrupting the response within Lanka.
(Biiiiibiiiibiiiii) The garrison was strict about emergency drills thanks to the protocols set by Ajay. So everyone who was partying or sleeping immediately stopped what they did and turned towards their posts with the utmost speed.
But they would soon find that with all their preparation, nothing could prepare them for what was to be the biggest battle for the Southern Valley.
In the distance, the witch stood observing the night attack unfold. She had previously observed the boy with her divine sense. And to her surprise, in his hands was that item. How he attained it, she did not know.
"Banashur, god of gods. Sang the world into existence. What a crude and shameless story you crafted for the mortals to revere you in."
Author's Thoughts:
Saras's opinion of Ajay as a schemer.
"They're all schemers, schemers trying to control their little worlds."
-Joker, The Dark Knight
