The mere existence of the Vitalizer posed a threat to both factions. It marked the first time a new and formidable power had emerged, surpassing the strength of either faction. Both sides found themselves entangled in an unyielding battle against this formidable foe, known as the Vitalizer. Their clash shook the surface of the world, as their powers clashed, and landscapes were forever altered. The war waged on for a staggering five years, with no end in sight.

But just when hope seemed all but lost, the leaders of the Ataru and the Aruna decided to put aside their differences and combine their powers. Together, they forged various powerful artifacts that rivals the power of Vitalizer which called artifacts of destruction.

Empowered by these legendary artifacts, the united forces of the Ataru and the Aruna launched a final, desperate assault against the Vitalizer. It was a battle of epic proportions, a clash of powers that shook the very fabric of reality. And in the end, the combined might of the Ataru and the Aruna prevailed, vanquishing the Vitalizer from existence.

Yet, as the battle ended, a new danger emerged. The blood of the defeated Vitalizer, said to possess unimaginable power, beckoned the avarice and greed within the hearts of both factions. They sought to claim this potent elixir for themselves, eager to harness its unimaginable potential.

However, their desires proved to be their downfall. As they attempted to consume the blood of the Vitalizer, their bodies twisted and contorted, succumbing to its deadly effects. It seemed that the blood was not meant for mortal consumption. It brought only death, as it was not enough Vitalizer's blood start moving towards each other to create a new body.

Realizing the catastrophic consequences of this, the leaders of the Ataru and the Aruna made a solemn pact. They vowed to hide the blood of the Vitalizer, along with the artifacts of destruction, to prevent its misuse and...

"To prevent the birth of a new Vitalizer," Anshul exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and anticipation. As the words left his lips, a sense of both uncertainty and possibility filled the air.

"So, to sum it up; there was an ancient civilization who had superpowers and they fought this Vitalizer guy who was super strong and after defeating him they seal his blood so that he is not born again" Anshul concluded.

{Well, I have to say I didn't expect your father was secretly a writer! What kind of bullshit is this? Do you expect me to believe this?}

"Than how do you explain what happened to me earlier?"

{Maybe you were drugged or something?}

"No, its not drug or anything else. It is clear that the VB is the vitalizer's blood and it is the same blood mentioned in this document. Maybe the blood in container entered my body and it healed me; that's why the container was empty when i wake up"

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{So you are saying that this fairy tale is real and that blood somehow enters your body. Idiot that just disgusting!}

"Do you think I want this to happen? I am already having so much trouble thanks to you!" Anshul angrily retorted.

{What are you blaming me for!? Isn't it because of you that I exist, you insignificant fool!?} the voice arrogantly debated.

"Shut up!" Anshul snapped in anger.

{Yeah, it's all because of you that this is happening! Everything is unfolding because of your pathetic existence!} the voice aggressively argued.

"I said, shut up!" Anshul angrily declared.

{It was because of you that your father is gone! It's because of you that your mother died! Your mere existence has only brought misery!}

"SHUT UP!!!" Anshul bellowed with rage, forcefully smashing the table unleashing his frustration. A strong sensation stuck the hand of Anshul leaving him in pain at least that's what supposed to happen.

WHACK

Unnaturally, the seemingly sturdy table unexpectedly collapsed into such a state that it became nearly unrecognizable as a table, making it difficult to identify its original form.

"What the!" Anshul exclaimed, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. He glanced at his hand, only to find it enveloped in a cloud of dust, feeling no physical pain despite the chaos that had just unfolded.

{Wow, I didn't know you could do this} the voice said in surprised.

"Neither did I" Surprised by this Anshul start running toward the exit. After coming out he let out a sigh and concluded. "It must be because of the blood too"

{Ha Ha ha, now I am feeling good that thing in your body} voice stated happily.

"Let's leave for now" Anshul said.

{Leave? Where are you heading now?} voice asked.

"There is only person who can help me now" Anshul said.

{Oh, you mean your idiot father's only friend, That Bastard?} voice asked

"Yes, now only Dr Verma can help me," Anshul muttered determinedly.

..........

Igniting the engine of his bike, he embarked on his journey towards the north, unaware of the presence of two individuals donning a symbol of the moon on their chests, clandestinely sneaking into the lab. The hooded figures entered the lab without know that the thing that they are looking for has already left the lab.

As they entered, they start looking in every corner of the lab. While surveyed the scene, their gaze on the shattered remnants of the table other side of the lab. A glimmer of determination flickered in their eyes, fueled by the discovery.

"Looks like the work of those sun bastards," remarked one of the figures, carefully examining the wreckage.

"Hmm, undoubtedly the handiwork of barbarians. This suggests that they haven't found it yet," responded the other, contemplating the situation. "Are there any other locations where we can continue our search?"

"The only places remaining are his house and the home of his sole remaining friend," came the reply.

"Very well, let us proceed to his house first"

"Understood, let's leave"

Silently, the two figures vanished as stealthily as they had appeared, their purpose clear as they embarked on their quest for answers.

.........

Nestled in the heart of a bustling city, the lab stood as a beacon of scientific inquiry. It belonged to Dr Rajiv Verma, a renowned scientist and researcher who happened to be a close friend of Anshul's late father. Anshul, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope, arrived at the lab.

"Sorry to say this, Anshul," Dr Verma began, his voice tinged with sorrow, "but you are going to die soon"