Raja, Selene, and Erica piled into Vayu Putra, the quirky Ambassador roaring to life.
Selene, gripping the wheel, shot Raja a look. "Where to, mystic?"
Raja grinned, "Supply run at a warehouse, then we track and meet that historian you exiled 300 years ago."
Selene's eyes narrowed, and she whipped out her Desert Eagle, pressing it to his temple. "Explain everything, or I'll check your brain myself."
Raja gulped, "Okay, moon goddess, chill! Our mate bond lets me glimpse your memories. My 25% brain power organizes them like a Netflix library—accessible anytime."
Selene pushed the gun harder. "The pillar-lifting mind trick—spill."
Raja sighed, "Jeez, fine! I'm divinely blessed, ten times better than any human. Normal folks use 10% of their brain, geniuses hit 15%, but I'm rocking 25%, giving me Telepathy and Telekinesis."
Erica, nervous, piped up, "You read minds? Know what people think?"
Raja's evil grin sparkled, "What do you think?"
Both women froze, Erica panicking over her steamy Raja dreams, Selene blushing, "Did you read my mind… in bed today?"
Raja, caught, turned beet red, mumbling—he'd totally followed her mental cues to, ahem, satisfy her.
Selene seeing Raja's silence confirmed it; she flushed, stowing the gun, the car thick with awkwardness.
To break the tension, Selene asked, "Why Andreas Tanis, the coven's exiled historian?"
Raja smirked, "He might know about the immortal cleaning up this mess and what Lucian's pendant does."
Selene studied the pendant, stolen from Lucian's neck, feeling a strange familiarity. "When'd you nab this? Why's it familiar?"
Raja chuckled, "Swiped it during Lucian's attack prep with a Telekinesis flick. It matched an image in your memories, so I grabbed it for you."
Selene, clutching it, nodded, lost in thought.
Raja drove toward Tanis's exile spot, but Selene noted it was a full day's trip. They detoured to a coven safe house in a jungle to rest.
Meanwhile, Marcus, the winged bat-vampire, stirred from a day's rest after torching the coven.
Kraven's blood memories revealed Viktor's cover-ups and the pendant Raja stole—a key to his twin brother William's tomb. Another memory showed Selene's importance to Viktor, spurring Marcus to hunt her.
Using Kraven's intel, he scoured safe houses, growing vexed until the Lycan scientist's memories pointed to Selene's Safe house in a abandoned apartment that they ambushed and caught by raja hideout.
There, Marcus hacked a computer using Kraven's Memory, spotting CCTV of Raja, Selene, and Erica entering a jungle safe house. "There you are," he hissed, wings unfurling.
Raja, pulling Vayu Putra into his magical inventory—a pocket dimension—left Selene and Erica gobsmacked.
"Just a mystic perk," he shrugged, leading them to the jungle safe house.
At midnight, they loaded supplies—guns, blood packs, ammo—all into Raja's inventory.
Exhausted, they crashed, Raja snoring between Selene and Erica, who'd bonded over his chaos and got into a secret agreement without Raja's involvement.
At 5 AM, Raja's instincts screamed; he leapt up, "Girls, wake up! Incoming!"
They bolted, grabbing Desert Eagles—loaded with normal ammo, no UV rounds—and hid behind jungle trees.
Marcus's monstrous form landed, wings slicing air.
Erica stifled a gasp;
Selene and Raja aimed, tense.
Marcus prowled the safe house, sniffing for life, only to trip Raja's C4 trap.
The blast sent him crashing through trees, bloodied but alive.
The trio sprinted to a mountain road, Raja spotting an open-back truck.
"Selene, nab it!" he yelled.
She commandeered the vehicle, Erica shotgun, while Raja stood in the back, dual-wielding Desert Eagles like a Wild West gunslinger, peppering the pursuing Marcus with bullets.
The bat-vampire, pissed at Raja's accuracy, flashed forward, slamming into the truck.
It rocked as Marcus grabbed Raja, his bladed wings stabbing left and right.
Raja, nimble as a cat, dodged four attacks, twisting his body with flair.
Marcus, fed up, slashed with claws. Raja, distracted by wings, barely ducked, his favorite shirt shredded, revealing abs of steel.
"My shirt!" Raja roared, kicking Marcus back, shocking the Elder with his strength. Marcus, done underestimating, went full frenzy—claws, wings, fists flying.
Raja, tapping 25% brain focus, moved like water, dodging and countering with punches and kicks that made Marcus wince.
The bat-vampire's attacks grew wild, unpredictable, but Raja, calm as water and Focus as an eagle, parried and struck, landing bone-crunching hits.
MAYA: "Master, you're turning this into a kung-fu flick!"
With dawn approaching, Raja eyed the rising sun.
Countering Marcus's frenzy, he unleashed a powerhouse roundhouse kick to the chest, sending Marcus crashing into the mountainside, coughing blood.
"Oye, bat-fuck!" Raja called, "Sun's up—hide in a cave. We'll dance again!"
Marcus, glaring, saw the sunlight and bolted to a coal cave, vowing to shred Raja and feed him to William.
Raja, panting, waved Selene to a clearing, pulling Vayu Putra from his inventory. "Hop in, UV-proof!" he chirped.
Selene and Erica, stunned, climbed in, then turned furious.
Erica snapped, "Why not use this before? Why that dumb truck?"
Selene's glare echoed her.
Raja grinned goofily, "Did you see his claws? What if bat-fuck scratched my baby? Who's paying for that? Plus, I might've accidentally killed him in a rage."
Both women's jaws dropped. "You could kill him?" they shrieked.
Raja, realizing his slip, whistled sideways, dodging their death glares, and floored the gas, speeding toward Tanis's hideout, the jungle fading behind them.
MAYA: "Master, your mouth's writing checks your swagger's gotta cash!"
To Be Continued…