Amon stood firm, his fiery gaze fixed on Ram. "I don't know who you are, but I'm warning you—leave this place. I won't let you lay a finger on Medusa."
Ram chuckled dismissively. "Hey kid, go home before you get hurt."
Without warning, Amon's fist connected with Ram's face, sending him flying backward with immense force. Ram's face, now half-burned, was contorted in pain. "My face! My face is... burned! Ahhhh, you little brat!" he screamed, his voice filled with rage. He charged at Amon, but Jehovah and Bandman stepped in, stopping him mid-rush.
"You can't lay a finger on Medusa," Amon declared, his voice unwavering.
Ram smirked despite his agony. "Oh, really? Then tell me... where is Medusa?"
Amon's confident stance faltered as he quickly turned to look for her. "Where is she?!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
Rosy gasped. "He distracted us!"
Ram erupted into laughter. "Medusa will be dead soon. Be ready for her funeral!"
Amon's eyes ignited with an intense, fiery red flame. The air around him grew scorching hot, the heat wave causing everyone to step back. The ground beneath him cracked and sizzled under the intensity.
Jehovah called out, his voice urgent. "Calm down, Amon!"
Amon's voice was thunderous. "Where is Medusa?!
Ram gasped for air as Amon grabbed him by the throat. The heat emanating from Amon was unbearable; Ram's head began to char and blacken under the sheer intensity.
"Do... you think I'll tell you?" Ram managed to choke out.
Amon's grip tightened, and his voice was chilling. "Then die."
Rosy screamed, her voice trembling. "Amon, stop! Control your power! The heat you're releasing—it's enough to destroy this planet!"
Amon's fury didn't waver. "I want Medusa. That's all."
Bandman stepped forward. "I'll help you protect her. But if you keep this up, you'll burn everything down, including the ones you care about."
Amon released Ram's scorched body, his eyes still burning with anger. Without a word, he soared into the sky, scanning the horizon for Medusa.
Bandman turned to the group. "Amon's lost in his rage. We need to stop him before he destroys everything."
Jehovah nodded grimly. "Then let's not waste time here. Let's go."
The group, shaken but determined, prepared to follow Amon, knowing the stakes had never been higher.
Amon stormed into Dr. Srinivasan's hospital, rage guiding his every step. His fiery punches smashed walls, equipment, and anything in his way. Spotting a trembling nurse, he demanded, "Where is Dr. Srinivasan?"
The nurse, petrified, stammered, "He... he just left for his house."
Without another word, Amon stormed out, his fury uncontainable.
At Dr. Srinivasan's house, Medusa was strapped to an operating table, her eyes wide with terror.
"Please, don't kill me, Dr. Sin!" she pleaded, her voice shaking.
Dr. Srinivasan paused for a moment. "Dr. Sin?" he repeated curiously.
Medusa explained through trembling breaths, "You're such a famous doctor. I couldn't risk saying your real name in public, so we started calling you Dr. Sin."
Dr. Srinivasan chuckled, stroking his chin. "Dr. Sin, huh? I like it. It's... fitting. Thank you, Medusa."
With a sinister grin, he injected anesthesia into her arm. "Now, stay still. This will only hurt a little... at the beginning."
Meanwhile, Jehovah ran alongside Bandman and Rosy, urgency fueling their pace.
"I'm sure Amon's headed to Dr. Srinivasan's house," Jehovah said, his tone grim.
Suddenly, Rosy slowed to a halt, clutching her chest.
Bandman turned to her. "What's wrong, Rosy?"
Rosy's voice was faint but panicked. "I can't feel my blood in Medusa anymore..."
Jehovah froze. "What...?"
Rosy looked up, her eyes filled with dread. "We're too late."
Amon shattered Dr. Srinivasan's front door, stepping into the house like a force of nature. When he reached the operating room, his heart stopped. Medusa lay lifeless on the table, her body pale and motionless.
"Medusa!" Amon roared, dropping to his knees. His voice cracked as he shouted, "I want you... I want to live with you...!"
A cold, mocking voice cut through the air. "Medusa is dead," Dr. Srinivasan said nonchalantly.
Amon's fury exploded, the air around him heating up dangerously. In a single, swift movement, he obliterated the room, the walls collapsing into rubble. He pointed at Dr. Srinivasan, his voice a guttural snarl. "I will kill you, Dr. Sin!"
Dr. Srinivasan smirked. "Oh? Then try. But first, let me show you something."
As Amon lunged at him, Dr. Srinivasan's body began to glow with a radiant white aura. Suddenly, ethereal souls began spiraling into him from all directions.
One of the souls, filled with despair, cried out, "Please, let me live! I just want to see my son again!" But the plea went unanswered as the soul was consumed by Dr. Sin.
The glow around him intensified as he absorbed wandering souls from across the galaxy, his body pulsing with newfound power. "Ahhh... This feels much better," Dr. Srinivasan said, grinning wickedly.
Amon roared and threw a fiery punch that connected with Dr. Sin's face. The force was immense, but Dr. Sin merely touched the wound, and it healed instantly.
Jehovah, Bandman, and Rosy finally arrived at the scene, only to find Medusa's lifeless body. They looked up and saw Amon and Dr. Sin engaged in a ferocious battle, their powers clashing in midair.
Rosy's voice trembled as she spoke. "Dr. Sin's power is far too dangerous. Amon... he'll lose."
Bandman clenched his fists. "We don't have any other option but to watch for now. But if we don't act soon... everything will be lost."
Jehovah nodded, his gaze fixed on the sky. "We need a plan, and fast."
As Amon and Dr. Sin's battle raged on, the fate of everyone hung in the balance.
A man, holding a long stick with a small marble at the top, stood before them, his presence commanding attention. "Finally, I found you, Rosy," he said, his voice calm but filled with determination.
Rosy's eyes widened as she recognized him. "Shan..." she whispered in disbelief, her heart racing. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran toward him, her face lighting up with joy and relief.
She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly as if to make sure he was real. Shan gently embraced her back, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth between them undeniable.
"I never thought I'd see you again," Rosy murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.
Shan's expression softened as he held her. "I promised I would come for you, didn't I?" he replied, his tone warm but with a hint of sadness.
The others watched in silence, unsure of what was unfolding but sensing the deep connection between them.