Mumbai, April 17, 2038; 12:05 PM
On that scorching afternoon, the sun's rays radiated warmth across the blue sky. In the midst of a bustling football stadium filled with activities, a mysterious figure sat calmly in the central seat. His face concealed behind a mysterious mask marked with the number 7, shrouding him in mystery and secrecy. Clad in black, he blended with the shadows, as if a part of the darkness lingering in the corner of the room. His unseen eyes behind the mask reflected sharpness and intimidation, leaving an impression that beneath the silence lay deep and unexpected secrets.
"My chakra is fully charged," uttered the man while stretching lightly. "It's time for me to put on a show."
Rising from his seat, Lord Seven raised both hands above. Simultaneously, a thunderous sound began to echo.
Crack! Crack! Boom...
