Chapter 2: The Discovery

**Chapter 2: The Discovery**

The air was thick with tension as men armed with strange, fire-spewing devices stood poised before a massive rock wall. At their helm was a muscular figure with four arms, each limb bearing the weight of command. His voice boomed, issuing an order, and instantly, the machines roared to life. In a matter of moments, the fifty-meter stone barrier crumbled into football-sized chunks, revealing a cavernous expanse within. The four-armed leader raised a hand, signaling the end of the barrage.

"Stop the firing and bring the boss," he commanded.

Moments later, a sleek hover car descended from the sky, coming to a graceful halt. From its front seat emerged a man with piercing red eyes and long, pointed ears. He approached the four-armed leader, conversing briefly before returning to the vehicle. When he reemerged, he opened the rear door to reveal a striking young man, no older than twenty. His golden eyes and hair shimmered under the cavern's light, an ethereal beauty that betrayed his elven heritage.

The young master stepped forward, his eyes lighting up as he beheld the treasure trove of minerals within the cave. A satisfied smile graced his lips, a smile capable of enchanting anyone. He turned to the red-eyed man, his butler, and the four-armed leader.

"Let's discuss the excavation," he said.

Hours later, their meeting concluded, the young master and his butler retired to a tent near their vehicle, leaving the workers to their task. The night wore on, the sound of machinery echoing through the cavern. Suddenly, a group of men rushed to their leader, urgent news on their lips.

"We found a body," one of them reported.

The leader, intrigued, activated a device on his wrist—a gift received just that day—and followed them. They led him to the body, unmistakably human in appearance, though humanity had long since become a relic of the past. The leader scanned the body with his device, and a beam of light illuminated the figure. Moments later, a voice emanated from the gadget.

"This man is still alive, though his breathing is extremely faint."

The leader immediately relayed the news to the young master, who was resting in his tent. Startled, the young master jumped out of bed, accompanied by his butler, and hurried to the scene. Upon seeing the man, they were taken aback. Though aged 85, he appeared youthful, defying the passage of time.

Had Jack or Denial been present, they would have been even more astounded, for this man was none other than Ravana. Yet, the young master remained unaware of Ravana's identity or significance. The centuries had erased humanity's history, leaving only whispers of a time long past. No one knew why this man had been preserved within the dense, ancient tree roots of the sealed cavern.

As the young master pondered the enigmatic figure before him, he recalled the individual who had informed him of this site's potential. "I need to find that man," he muttered.

Turning to his workers, he issued firm instructions. "Continue the excavation. This must be completed within two days. And ensure that no information about this discovery leaves this site."

With those orders, the young master and his butler loaded Ravana's body into their hover car and departed, the mystery of the ancient mafia boss now entwined with their own future.