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Don't move' I signaled Zubair keeping in mind the danger we were facing right now.

The situation was dangerous and completely not on our side. Though we got Young master who was an Ichor but now that we were with him, he could not focus on his one-on-one fight with the shadow.

We were neither a spectator who were safe in their fight nor an active participant. To put it bluntly we have become a hindrance for young master who have guessed our presence by now. Fight for him became more difficult now.

Shit!

I lamented thinking about the folly I have just committed.

The lyre's tune attacked young master so did the Vajra. It was a fight between two equals. The changes in the town stopped and the lyre player got completely focused on defeating young master.

His movements were ethereal like flowing water in a ravine. Each movement flawed smoothly, encircled by the thunder coursing through Vajra's veins. They did not display brute strength but skill and strategy. Each of his movement its mark and the young shadow which I have guessed was like a stillhouse of a young child slowly became weak. The cracks were seen on the lyre which probably was the storehouse of the souls.

SHRIEK!!!

A screeching sound was heard, it was a human sound coming from an inhuman face. The lyre player was frustrated and angry. It could not survive now that half of his lyre was broken. The thunder shots shooting like an arrow slowly destroyed the upper part of the lyre.

'Its time to end this' young master said under his breath. He looked tired but cautious of the moments of the entity.

SHCREEEEECH!!!

The sound was more horrifying than before. It became more and more desperate, anger and frustration filled scream echoed in the dark alley where the battle was taking place. It lasted for a minute after which it became completely quiet. The lyre was left broken and the entity disappeared.

The dark town with its everchanging walls once again became quiet but now it was an eternal silence.

We won

I thought