The Red Fort stood silent under the fading light of evening.
Inside its ancient halls, history echoed through every corridor.
Li Wen and Arun stood in front of a secured display chamber.
Behind reinforced glass—
rested the legendary sword of Emperor Aurangzeb.
Dark.
Elegant.
Untouched by time.
Li Wen stared at it carefully.
"This is it."
Arun nodded.
"The key the Pandit mentioned."
She turned toward him.
"Give me some time."
"I need to study it properly."
Arun stepped back.
"I'll assist you."
They began examining the engravings along the blade and handle.
Faint markings.
Almost invisible.
But not random.
Elsewhere in the fort—
Albert walked through the corridor with Mark.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes were sharp.
Suddenly he stopped.
Then he shouted loudly—
"Bilal!"
His voice echoed through the stone halls.
"Come here."
Bilal arrived within seconds.
Albert looked at all three of them.
"Listen carefully."
His tone changed.
Serious.
Cold.
"My brother is not done."
Mark nodded.
"I expected that."
Albert continued.
"Arthur doesn't stop."
"He escalates."
Bilal crossed his arms.
"So what's the plan?"
Albert spoke clearly.
"Ghost already warned me."
"Arthur has hired a team."
"To kill me."
Mark's eyes narrowed.
"Assassins."
Albert nodded.
"Yes."
He looked directly at Mark.
"No one enters this fort without your permission."
Mark replied instantly.
"Understood."
Albert turned to Bilal.
"I want a defensive shield system."
"And mini missile response units."
Bilal smirked slightly.
"Already working on it."
Albert nodded.
"Good."
Then he paused.
And smiled faintly.
"And my favorite boy…"
"Daniel."
Daniel's voice came through the communicator.
"Yes."
Albert spoke calmly.
"You know what to do."
Daniel didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
"I'll meet your family."
There was a brief silence.
Then Daniel added quietly—
"I'll speak to your father."
"And deliver a message."
Albert's expression didn't change.
"Make it clear."
Daniel's voice lowered.
"I always do."
The line went silent.
Back inside the chamber—
Li Wen carefully lifted the sword from its case.
Her fingers traced the ancient engravings.
Arun leaned closer.
"Do you see anything?"
Li Wen didn't answer immediately.
Then—
she froze.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"There's something here."
Arun stepped closer.
"What?"
Li Wen turned the blade slightly toward the light.
Hidden beneath the engraving—
was a second layer of text.
Extremely faint.
Almost impossible to notice.
Arun whispered.
"What language is that?"
Li Wen spoke slowly.
"…Sanskrit."
The same language.
The same pattern.
The same mystery.
Because whatever this sword was hiding—
was never meant to be found easily.
And somewhere outside the Red Fort walls—
the assassins had already begun their approach.