NOVEL NEXT Chapter 320 : Extraction (1)
As the call with Princess Amara concluded, Das redirected his focus to Princess Serena, whose gaze held a mixture of confusion and curiosity. His voice, though carrying a serious undertone, was also laced with a hint of reassurance. "Stop looking at me with fear. I'm not going to eat you," he quipped, his attempt at a light tone breaking the tension.
"I'm heading to an enemy camp. Instruct your family's spies around this palace to follow me. However, they should stay at least a mile away from me. If the need arises, I may call upon their assistance. But make sure they don't do anything rash without my explicit request."
His words held an air of command, and his tone was unyielding as he continued, "Also, remind them not to take any unnecessary risks. I'll take their aid only if I deem it necessary." With a determined focus, he turned and began striding toward the left side of the palace, where the cars were parked.
As he moved, the palace's servants acknowledged his presence with respectful bows. The head servant, in particular, approached him with a polite inquiry. "Master, any instructions?"
With a steady gaze, Das extended his hand, his request clear. "Pass me the key for a Range Rover."
Without hesitation, the servant hastened to fulfil his request, handing over the key to the designated vehicle. The exchange was swift, and as the key changed hands, Das's resolve was palpable, his intentions shrouded in an air of anticipation as he prepared to venture into unfamiliar territory.
As the Range Rover gracefully emerged from the palace's gates, the night air held a sense of anticipation. Das saw Red Rose, stood at the main gate waiting for him.
Unlike the others who were immersed in the celebration, she had chosen to dedicate her time to setting up intricate defence mechanism and traps around the palace. Her commitment to security was unswerving, a stark reminder that vigilance was an ever-present necessity.
The sight of Das departing solo, his figure outlined by the soft glow of the palace lights, intrigued Red Rose's senses.
The sleek vehicle glided to a halt beside Red Rose, the hum of its engine settling into an expectant silence. The momentary pause allowed for a brief exchange of words, their conversation a quiet symphony against the backdrop of the night.
In those moments, Das conveyed his instructions with a hushed urgency.
Follow my car and observe my moments from a long distance. If I use my super powers, you have the responsibility of taking care of enemies from escaping. Also lead those spies from Shadow clan, they will also follow me.
With a nod that conveyed her understanding, Red Rose absorbed his words. The gravity of the situation was palpable in her demeanour, a reflection of the seriousness that had come to define the moment. She stood poised, her senses attuned to his departure, ready to enact his wishes with precision.
The transition was seamless as Das's foot touched the gas pedal, the Range Rover surging forward. The vehicle effortlessly embraced the winding ascent of the highway route, a ribbon of asphalt that seemed to stretch into the infinite distance. The night air whispered secrets, and the vehicle's swift trajectory carved through the darkness like a blade.
In a matter of minutes, the landscape transformed. The city's twinkling lights were replaced by the natural canopy of the southern mangrove forest. The transition was a testament to the fluidity of Das's path, a journey into the heart of the unknown that was both exhilarating and foreboding.
Behind him, the cadre of cars emerged like phantoms from the shadows, their pursuit measured and disciplined. The night breeze carried their presence like a whisper, and their cautious advance mirrored the unyielding commitment to protect and observe. In their wake, the echoes of anticipation resonated, a symphony of determination that underscored the gravity of the task at hand.
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These fleet of cars were following a girls who is riding a bike in arched position. At the bike front, a display screen is showing the location of Das and his moments.
After navigating a series of twists and turns for approximately half an hour, Das's keen eyes finally caught sight of the distant, softly glowing encampments. Positioned at a noticeable distance from the roadside barricade and a tightly secured checkpoint.
The camp would easily be mistaken for a routine sea port police outpost by any unsuspecting passer-by. Yet, the gravity of its true purpose was evident to Das, amplified by his special vision's keen insights.
As the camp's details came into focus through his heightened perception, Das meticulously observed every camp.
He calculated the number of individuals present, took stock of the arsenal of weaponry on display, noted the array of defence vehicles, and scanned the assorted array of tented structures that concealed everything from warheads to rockets and ammunition. This thorough reconnaissance unfolded in mere minutes, leaving no camp unnoticed.
Having assessed the situation, Das skilfully guided the vehicle to a halt before the checkpoint that signalled the entrance to the Aries family's concealed stronghold. The vehicle's engine emitted a soft hum as he turned off the ignition, the night air carrying an electric tension that matched his own focus.
A calculated pause hung in the air, as if the world held its breath in anticipation. The darkness embraced the scene, punctuated by the soft glow of distant lamps that illuminated the facade of normalcy the camp presented. It was a façade that Das was determined to penetrate, the underlying truths known only to him and those who dared to tread the shadows.
Das's presence, a single figure poised at the precipice of the Aries family's territory, conveyed the weight of his intentions. He had arrived uninvited, driven by a determination that resonated through his every fibre.
The moment was a juncture of secrecy and confrontation, the culmination of careful observation and steadfast resolve. And as the silence persisted, the stage was set for a meeting that would unveil hidden agendas and unveil truths that lay shrouded in the night's obscurity.
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