Amid the devastation, Safal heard a weak groan. He followed the sound and found his uncle, Ashish, lying against a splintered pillar. Blood pooled beneath him, his trembling hand reached out to Safal.
"Ashish-uncle!" Safal cried, cradling the dying man.
Ashish's eyes fluttered open, a faint spark of recognition igniting in his gaze. "Safal… you're alive," he whispered. His voice was barely above a whisper, each word laced with pain. "They… they were here for you, Safal. You are the last survivor of the Drago Clan… after your brother."
Safal's heart raced. "My brother? Where is he?"
Ashish coughed, blood staining his lips. "We don't know. But listen… promise me you will protect the little one… and kill each bastards who were involved in our death. You must carry the legacy of the Drago Clan."
Safal's tears blurred his vision. "I promise, but I'm not strong enough."
Ashish gripped Safal's arm with surprising strength. "Go to the Himalayan Temple… unlock the power of our clan. Break the promise made a thousand years ago and let the world know… we know no bounds when our family is destroyed. Be the One(TGR)."
The weight of Ashish's words pressed heavily on Safal's shoulders. "I won't fail you, Uncle," he vowed, his voice cracking with emotion.
With those words, Ashish's hand fell limp. Safal held him close, his cries echoing through the empty village. The grief was unbearable, but his uncle's final words burned in his mind. His path was set, and his destiny awaited.