He does not speak again. He watches. Slowly, deliberately, all the beings inside the ship emerge, each holding an iron rod.
Now twenty beings, rods raised, encircle him. Their eyes burn with fury.
“We accept your challenge,” one being says, voice full of steel.
CHAPTER - 9 PART - 2
The Beings are running, iron rods in their hands, moving to kill.
He doesn’t move.
He just stands there.
Eyes sharp.
The Beings are getting closer.
He pulls a pistol from his pocket.
A Being coming from the left is shot in the head. It drops instantly.
The Being to its left is also hit in the head.
The Beings continue advancing, rods ready to strike.
The rod-wielding Being nearest to him grabs the rod from the first one who was shot and drives it into its neck.
Two Beings approach from behind.
He fires at one.
The second one strikes from the left side of his face.
More Beings approach from the front.
He is at the back but shoots at anything visible.
He continues shooting from behind. Ammo runs out.
He looks to the sides.
Throws his gun at the Beings in front, rod in hand.
He walks forward. Strikes everything in his path.
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He kills sixteen out of twenty Beings.
The remaining ones attack.
From behind, Zika shouts, “Stop it!”
The Beings halt.
One Being moves behind, near Zika.
The fighter (not Zika) says, “You scared?”
Three Beings hesitate but then start moving to attack again.
Zika shouts, “Stop it! I said stop it!”
They ignore him and continue to attack.
The fighter steps forward, driving the rod into one Being’s neck.
Then he strikes another Being with his right leg.
A third Being attacks from behind — he swings the large rod across its face.
He looks at Zika.
“You wanted to know my name, right? Then listen carefully… My name… is Zoon.”
The Being he was fighting moves to attack again. He strikes it directly on the head with the rod.
Zika tells the Being beside him, “Bring the gun.”
The Being looks confused. “What?”
“Bring the gun,” Zika repeats.
The Being runs inside to get the gun.
Zoon watches, enjoying the chaos.
The Being returns with the gun.
Zika reloads, aims.
Zoon notices.
Zika searches for a target to shoot at.
Zoon pulls a gun from his left pocket, aims at Zika, and pulls the trigger.
The bullet hits Zika’s gun. It falls.
A second bullet strikes Zika in the left arm.
Zoon also shoots the two Beings he was
fighting.
Zika is in shock.
“Move,” he tells the Being, and he rush into the spacecraft, followed by Being
Zoon watches. He keeps the gun aimed at them. He does not shoot.
Inside the spacecraft, the hum of engines fills the cabin.
Zika contacts Hyu-nen through the satellite of contact.
“Main,” Zika says, “I’m in our spaceship, but I was at the place where the one who killed our Beings was.”
Hyu-nen’s voice crackles through. “So? What did you see?”
Zika exhales sharply. “Main, I told him I didn’t want to fight. But he said—if I want to know his name, I have to defeat him. I said no, but he disrespected me anyway. Our Beings tried to kill him, but he… he killed them all. Only one survived.”
Hyu-nen stutters, disbelief in his voice. “What? How… how could he kill them?”
Zika shakes his head. “Sorry, Main… I couldn’t do anything.”
Hyu-nen’s tone softens. “No, that’s not your fault. But… his name? What did he look like? Anything?”
Zika’s voice is steady. “Yeah, I got his name. He looked at me and said… ‘Zoon.’”
Hyu-nen repeats it, almost a whisper. “Zoon?”
“Yeah… Zoon. Maybe it’s just a coincidence that his name is Zoon,” Zika says.
Hyu-nen pauses. “Ah… alright. Where are you now?”
“Above the oceans,” Zika replies. “Heading toward the forest.”
“Okay then,” Hyu-nen says. “We’ll talk there.”
Meanwhile, somewhere in the solar system, the spacecraft floats silently in the void of space.
Inside, Hyu-nen sits, still. Eyes scanning the instruments, fingers tapping lightly on the console.
He waits.
Something. Anything.
The hum of the engines fills the cabin. Cold. Empty. Expectant.
Outside, stars drift past. Silent witnesses.
Hyu-nen doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits.
The anticipation is heavy.
From the far reaches of outer space, Fi-qiyo approaches.
A blur against the stars, moving faster than anything else in the solar system.
From the distance, its speed is impossible to ignore.
Earth waits below, unaware.
Fi-qiyo closes in.
Silent. Relentless.
Meanwhile, Mexico.
They are at the port.
Waiting.
Waiting for Clive to arrive.
The night has fallen, heavy and still.
But they do not sleep.
Questions swirl in their minds—will Clive come, or not?
The darkness presses down, yet through it, a light begins to appear.
A strange glow cutting through the night.
The light of darkness, coming closer.
It moves steadily, unstoppable, illuminating the shadowed waters and the silent dock.
The tension hangs thick in the air.
Eyes fixed, waiting.
In the Gulf of Mexico, Clive sits quietly at night.
He isn’t tense. Not alert.
He just watches the darkened sky stretch endlessly above the ocean.
Stars are faint, scattered, barely visible through the night haze.
The water below mirrors the darkness, calm and silent.
He breathes slowly, letting the night surround him.
No movement. No disturbance.
Just him… the vast sky… and the quiet ocean.
— — — — TO BE CONTINUED — — — —
THE ARRIVAL IS GOING TO HAPPEN
CHAPTER - 10: ARRIVAL IN INDIA
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