Balan chuckled, his orange-glowing hands slowly fading. "And I'm the one who makes the post-fight snacks."
Kiran screamed—and the lightning answered. A massive bolt of yellow energy erupted from his chest, not as destruction, but as a shield. It pushed the fire back, creating a bubble of safety around the crowd. Kiran stood, trembling, his eyes glowing like twin suns. minnal murali cast
Siby put a hand on Jaison's shoulder. "There's a second cast now, Jaison. A team." Balan chuckled, his orange-glowing hands slowly fading
The monsoon had returned to Kurukkanmoola, washing away the last traces of that terrible night two years ago. The scorch marks on the church wall were gone. The crater where the lightning struck Jaison’s scrapyard had been filled and paved over. But the people remembered. It pushed the fire back, creating a bubble
The fire reached the fuel line.