Against The Eternity Chapter 41: [40] Chapter - 19: Glow of a Silent Night (Part - 1/2) (Special Chapter)

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[40] Chapter - 19: Glow of a Silent Night (Part - 1/2) (Special Chapter) The night did not breathe—it watched. And Eklavya, standing beneath that vast, silent sky, seemed no different from it. For a long moment, he did not move. His gaze remained fixed on the fading silhouettes, calm and unreadable. As the two wounded Grandmasters dragged themselves through the heavens with the last scraps of their strength. The elder—a six-star Grandmaster warrior—could no longer maintain the dignified steadiness his cultivation once promised, his flight wavering like a dying flame. Beside him, the younger one-star Grandmaster warrior, a core disciple, fared no better. His aura flickered unevenly, as though each second in the air was stolen from the brink of collapse. Together, they crossed the jagged canopy, their forms shrinking into distant shadows before slipping beyond the dark ridges of the forest, swallowed entirely by the night. Only then did the stillness around Eklavya deepen, as if the world itself acknowledged what had just transpired—and chose, wisely, to remain silent. The sky, as if sharing in some unspoken conspiracy, quietly erased the last trace of moonlight. Cloud upon cloud folding over the sky until even the faint silver glow was devoured. And leaving the world steeped in a dim, restless gloom, once again. The forest answered in hushed murmurs. Wet leaves whispered against one another. Distant thunder rolled low and patient, like a warning that had not yet decided whom it belonged to. In that muted darkness, Eklavya stood unmoved, as though the storm itself had been carved around him rather than above him. Anshvi stepped closer to him. Her presence was gentle but firm against the silence. Her eyes lingered on his face—calm, composed, almost too composed—and the question slipped from her lips in a voice softened by both curiosity and unease. “Why did you let them go… instead of killing them?” For a moment longer, he remained silent—as if even his thoughts required careful arrangement before being allowed into the world. His gaze lingered on the last place where those shadows had vanished, now nothing more than empty darkness between the trees. Above, the clouds shifted once more. It was swallowing what little remained of the moon, until only thin strands of starlight slipped weakly through the tangled canopy. The forest seemed to grow heavier in response, its air colder and in deeper silence—like a held breath that refused to release. Eklavya exhaled slowly. Not out of hesitation, but restraint. He did not answer her immediately, because the truth did not belong to a single sentence. It was layered, deliberate… and dangerous in ways that words could not fully contain. His decision had not been born from mercy, nor from indifference. It was a calculation, one that extended far beyond the present moment. Killing them would have ended the threat before him. But it would have awakened something far worse behind it. Letting them live… changed the narrative. Injured, defeated and alive. A failure carried back was far less alarming than a mystery buried in silence. If he had killed them. It would not have ended there—no, that would have only been the beginning. The kind of beginning that arrives with flames instead of footsteps. The sect would not ignore the disappearance of a six-star Grandmaster and a core disciple. They would respond with force, with precision, with escalating fury. Elders would descend first, followed by core disciples in greater numbers. Even the Spirit Warriors, perhaps even beings that stood beyond that realm, whose presence alone could fracture the fragile peace of the entire country. And when their search spread, it would not remain confined to forests or battlefields. It would reach Trapura City—his home—pulling it into a storm it was never meant to face. If they found out that the person who killed many of the elders and disciples was the young master of the Ruldra clan. The quiet lives of his clan, th