Sixty-one hours to the deadline…
‘These are the three edges of the Piranha Triangle. We are standing here, on first ingress, the Bodh which is unfortunately destroyed. So, our plan A of invading through this one is ruled out.’ Swamy pointed towards the nearest vertices of the “map” she had carved out of her imagination based on the data from the journal on the drenched floor of the Bodh. The burnt bricks and stones were her marked indicators while the semi-damaged pieces of woods had formed the requisite outlines.
In the background, the shreds, and pieces of the garage where dragons were kept, struggled with the downpour. A constant gust of smoke mingled with the darkness above whilst the flare of cooling fire made Knish noises.
The heavy droplets pricked their skins as tiny
