The air in the temple chamber crackled with tension as Aryan, Kavya, and Anya faced off against Tara Singh and her mercenaries. Tara's eyes gleamed with a cold, calculated malice. Her mercenaries fanned out, forming a semi-circle around the trio, weapons drawn.
Kavya stepped forward, her stance low and ready, her eyes locked onto Tara. "Aryan, get to the relic. Anya and I will hold them off."
Aryan hesitated for a moment, torn between the urge to protect his sister and friend and the urgency to secure the relic. But a sense of purpose surged through him, and he nodded. "Be careful," he said, before sprinting toward the pedestal.
Tara smirked, raising her hand in a signal. "Stop him!"
Two mercenaries lunged at Aryan, but Kavya intercepted them with a flurry of precise strikes. Anya moved to cover Aryan's back, her eyes scanning the room for any further threats.
As Aryan approached the relic, the markings on his arms began to glow more intensely, resonating with the artifact. He could feel its power calling to him, almost as if it recognized him. Just as he reached out to touch it, a powerful force knocked him off his feet.
Tara had conjured a shimmering barrier around the relic, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You think you can just take it? You have no idea what you're dealing with."
Aryan scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. The markings on his arms pulsed, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through him. He focused on the barrier, trying to channel the power within him to break through it.
Meanwhile, Kavya fought fiercely, her movements a blur as she parried blows and struck down mercenaries with relentless precision. Anya, though less experienced in combat, used her agility and quick thinking to evade attacks and disarm opponents.
Tara, seeing her mercenaries being overwhelmed, decided to take matters into her own hands. She advanced on Aryan, her eyes filled with determination. "You don't deserve this power," she hissed. "You don't even know how to use it."
Aryan gritted his teeth, his hands glowing as he pushed against the barrier. "I don't need to know everything. I just need to stop you."
With a final burst of energy, Aryan shattered the barrier, the force knocking both him and Tara backward. He landed hard, but quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes fixed on the relic now within his reach.
Tara was on her feet as well, fury blazing in her eyes. "You'll regret this, Aryan," she snarled, lunging at him.
Kavya, having dispatched the last of the mercenaries, rushed to intercept Tara. The two women clashed, their movements swift and deadly. Aryan took the opportunity to grab the relic, feeling its power surge through him.
As he lifted the relic, a blinding light filled the chamber. The markings on his arms flared brightly, and he felt a deep connection to the artifact, as if it was a part of him. The light seemed to drive back Tara and her mercenaries, who cried out in pain and frustration.
When the light subsided, Aryan stood with the relic in his hands, feeling a sense of calm and clarity. Tara, her face twisted with rage, glared at him. "This isn't over," she spat. "I will have that relic."
With a final glare, she and her remaining mercenaries retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the temple. Kavya and Anya rushed to Aryan's side, their faces etched with concern and relief.
"Are you okay?" Kavya asked, her eyes scanning him for injuries.
Aryan nodded, though he felt a deep exhaustion settling in. "I'm fine. But we need to get out of here. We've got what we came for, but Tara will be back."
Anya looked at the relic, her eyes wide with awe. "What now?"
"We figure out what to do with this," Aryan said, holding the relic up. "And we prepare for what's coming next. Tara won't stop, and neither can we."
As they left the temple, Aryan felt the weight of the relic and its significance pressing down on him. The battle for the Lost Relic had only just begun, and the journey ahead promised to be even more perilous. But with Kavya and Anya by his side, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.