In that moment, the air seemed to thicken with malice, and the room felt suffused with an otherworldly darkness.
Even as the terror of the demon sculpture's gaze sent chills down his spine, Shivam's heart burned with an even more intense emotion: rage.
The boiling anger within him overshadowed his fear, ignited by the horrifying realization that the babies were next in line for Bukhari's sacrifice.
The image of the demonic idol clutching a baby in its right hand fueled his fury, pushing him beyond the brink of control.
The fear in his eyes was replaced by a burning determination, a resolve forged in the fires of his anger.
He called more clones from the outside to his location for more assistance, while only a few remained for the girls safety, who were rescued to a secluded location, and to keep a watch on the captured guards of the villa.
As Shivam and Aadhavi, along with all the other clones, stood outside the room, only a single clone remained inside, pointing his gun under Shivam's command.
Only he could see what was happening inside.
Aadhavi, unaware of the specifics, was overwhelmed by the grotesque stench of blood that permeated the room's door.
The scent carried a palpable sense of horror, a harbinger of the atrocities hidden within.
She braced herself, tears welling up in her eyes as she imagined the fate of the girls inside, fearing the worst and steeling herself for the nightmare that was about to unfold.
Shivam did not hesitate to tell the clone to take the shot at Bukhari, aiming at his body; he was a minimum of 30 meters away from the clone's location.
Shivam didn't have experience shooting, nor did the clone have the proficiency for a headshot, even at close range.
Shivam's sole intention was to put a bullet into Bukhari's body, disrupting the ritual and stopping the madness.
He didn't barge in with the others because he didn't want to alert Bukhari.
He sensed that Bukhari had achieved something unnatural, something that might allow him to dodge the bullet if he were forewarned.
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang… The clone fired simultaneously.
With each shot, the bullets tore through Bukhari's body, causing splashes of blood to spray across the room.
Bukhari's body jolted with every impact, his chanting interrupted by the violent assault.
Shivam, driven by a mixture of rage and vengeance, commanded the clone to keep firing.
As Bukhari was being continuously shot and writhing in pain, Shivam unconsciously released a killing intent fueled by Chakra energy.
This was created by an unknown force of rage within him that defied the core reality of Chakra energy itself, as if his rage had taken on a life of its own, pushing the boundaries of what wasn't possible with Chakra and breaking them.
The intense and malevolent energy radiated from him, invisible but felt deeply by Aadhavi and the demonic idol inside the room.
Sensing the unnatural and ominous shift radiating from the 5 meters away Captain D, Aadhavi took a few steps back from the front clones who were ahead of her.
She could tell something was not right inside the room—something that had triggered a profound fury in Captain D's emotions.
The air around Shivam seemed not to be right, and she felt suffocation.
The clones weren't affected at all, as they were without emotion and under the command of Shivam.
Not knowing what he caused around him, Shivam kept on controlling the clone while emitting an aura of killing intent infused with Chakra.
Seventeen rounds were unleashed upon Bukhari, each one bringing a twisted sense of satisfaction.
The clone advanced forward, shooting continuously, relishing the sight of the culprit's body riddled with bullets.
As Shivam unconsciously released the potent Chakra Killing Intent while he was relishing the gun rounds at Bukhari, its overwhelming power proved too much for Aadhavi, an ordinary human, to bear. She collapsed unconscious to the ground, unable to withstand the intensity of the intent infused with Chakra.
Shivma had no idea what he had unconsciously done to Aadhavi, he was too engrossed in putting bullets into Bukhari.
Shivam didn't want to miss a single opportunity to inflict pain, ensuring Bukhari suffered until his very last breath.
The relentless barrage was both a punishment and a catharsis, a brutal end to the monstrous ritual.
Shivam confirmed through his cloned eyes that Bukhari was blooded to death and had no sign of life in it.
Shivam didn't want to kill Bukhari but be torchered by him, as he had many plans for such basturds.
It's a pity that Bukhari is dead; he really wanted to inflict more suffering on him than just a few gunshot holes.
Shivam didn't hesitate to barge inside the room with all 28 clones to desicrate the demonic idol, as the whole culprit was it.
As Shivam and his clone entered the room, they were suddenly confronted by a horrifying sight. One of the dead girls, previously lifeless, got up, followed by the others.
These headless bodies, once lying in a circle around the fire sanctum, now moved as if they were merely asleep.
One of the bodies punched his clone that had neared the ritual, putting holes in Bukhari. The clone was destroyed with a single punch.
An unknown force animated the ten headless girls.
Their bodies, naked and still seeping blood, turned toward Shivam and his clone.
Though headless, they moved as if aware, ready to react to any action Shivam might take.
The sight was both eerie and grotesque, the headless forms standing in a macabre stance of readiness.
The room, already a scene of horror, became even more nightmarish with the headless, blood-soaked bodies now moving with a sinister purpose.
At this moment, Shivam was in disbelief that this was happening in front of him and that he was experiencing such things.
He was horrified, but he felt more pity for the girls; even after death, they had to endure this dark ritual's torment.
Shivam's heart ached for them, and he was determined not to back down, especially with ten innocent babies still needing rescue.
The stone idol, a wicked presence in the room still looking at him like he was alive—all this must have been the cause of so much suffering and death and is now controlling the girls bodies.
Shivam couldn't ignore its role in the act of brutality, and by destroying the idol, these bodies might be freed from the dark energies of the ritual.
He wasn't going to let the idol remain standing after causing so much pain and loss.
He needed to destroy it, ensuring no more lives would be taken by its dark influence.
His resolve hardened.
As Shivam prepared to command his clones to advance and subdue the resurrected girls, he was stunned to witness a sudden change: the supposedly dead Bukhari abruptly rose from his lifeless state as dark energy started to erupt from his body.
Despite the bullet-riddled wounds that adorned his body, a series of dark patterns began to manifest on his left side, starting from his face and spreading across his torso in a sinister display that woke him back to life.
The demonic symbols etched themselves onto his flesh, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes that appeared to have continuously moved like worms on his body and spoke of ancient and corrupt evil powers resembling a dark aura on his body.
Bukhari, still facing the idol, then, with a sudden and eerie movement, turned his head directly towards Shivam, his eyes remaining tightly shut.
Despite this, his gaze seemed to bore into some unnatural feeling in Shivam, sending shivers down his spine.
As the other half of Bukhari's body remained untouched by the dark markings, Shivam realized that they were facing a foe unlike any human but unnatural, but he had a plan that would definitely work to have his go on the demonic structure that he wanted to destroy.
Even after witnessing Bukhari come back to life, Shivam felt a powerful urge to flee.
However, the overwhelming rage within him demanded satisfaction.
He couldn't quell the burning desire for revenge—a need to have Bukhari's blood on his hands in retribution for the suffering and torment inflicted on the innocent girls by this monster.
Shivam isn't sure why he felt the urge to fulfill his appetite for blood.
If not, he wouldn't be able to live very long.
Why was this happening to him?
He had no idea, as if his instincts were telling him to do it or die!
And he felt a deep longing to have his hand bloodied with Bukhari's blood.
The sight of Bukhari's resurrection made Shivam's blood boil with fury.
This anger, this righteous indignation, surged through him with an intensity he couldn't ignore.
He didn't fully understand why he cared so deeply for people he had never met, but the feeling was undeniable.
The thought of tearing Bukhari to pieces was the only thing that could possibly satisfy the storm raging in his heart.
As if the pain and suffering of all the humans in the villa were being absorbed by him, and they needed retribution for their sufferings caused by Bukhari and his minions.
Which can only be halted by eliminating Bukhari and the main perpetrator, the demonic Idol!
And he knew that all this demonic strength must be coming from the demonic idol.
Shivam commanded a few of his clones to point their guns at the demonic idol and fire to harm it.
However, before the clones could act, Bukhari raised his hands, emitting a wave of dark energy that engulfed the statue, pulling it into the ground.
The illusion goggles Shivam wore, which had been concealing him with an intricate illusion, suddenly malfunctioned.
The dark energy radiating from Bukhari's hands disrupted the illusion, revealing Shivam's true presence.
It was as if Bukhari, with his eyes still closed, had already seen through the illusion and knew that Shivam had disguised his looks.
He also looked through his clones, which weren't real bodies but just puppits under his control.
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