Aamir and Seenu stood side by side, hearts pounding, eyes locked on Haider Ali, the towering Guild Leader. His presence alone felt like a mountain pressing down on them, but they couldn't afford to hesitate. This was their chance to prove themselves.
With a sharp breath, they launched forward, fists clenched and glowing with energy. Their punches, fueled by every ounce of strength they could muster, shot toward Haider Ali's chest.
But just as their blows were about to connect, he vanished.
Aamir's eyes widened in disbelief. In the blink of an eye, Haider Ali reappeared at their side, his voice calm but piercing.
"What are you trying to hit, kids?" he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if their efforts were nothing more than a warm-up.
Seenu didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he drew his sword, flames dancing along the blade. With a fierce yell, he launched a fire slash, the heat rippling through the air toward Haider Ali.
