Robin Seth, driven by a lifelong hatred for his absent father, Rakesh Seth, followed Ranjeet Varma to a secluded Hyderabad cemetery, his heart pounding with questions about his origins. Despite his wariness of Ranjeet's commanding presence, the promise of truths about Rakesh pulled him forward, each step heavy with unresolved pain.
Ranjeet, revealing himself as the supreme leader of the Hunters, and as the person who knows the secret for the absence to Robin's Father, stopped before the Hunters' Cemetery's iron gates. "I am Ranjeet Varma, guardian of this sacred ground," he declared, his voice resonant. Leading Robin through rows of weathered tombstones, he shared tales of fallen Hunters—heroes who sacrificed all for justice.
The cemetery's somber air underscored the Hunters' decline. "Once we were four 10,000 strong," Ranjeet said, his tone heavy. "Now, only 500 hundred remain, battling global threats." The stark contrast between their past dominance and current struggles struck Robin, the weight of their legacy palpable.
Ranjeet paused at a grand tomb, recounting epic deeds. "SS and SSS-rank warriors fell defending our land," he said, his voice thick with pride. "They faced impossible odds, saving countless lives." The tales of valor stirred Robin's respect, his emotions churning as he glimpsed the Hunters' noble past.
At the cemetery's edge, Ranjeet stopped before the tombstone of Arjun Vyas, a founding hero and deputy leader of the Hunters. "This is your connection," he said, his eyes piercing. "You carry the blood of the Vyas clan, the True Warriors of our history." The revelation tied Robin to a legendary lineage, shaking his core.
Ranjeet's voice lowered, confirming the truth. "Your diluted Vyas clan blood fuels your intensity—your aggression during Kalaripayattu breakthroughs," he said. "It's a trait of their warriors." The explanation of Robin's uncontrollable drive, rooted in his heritage, hit like a thunderbolt, reshaping his understanding of himself.
Robin pressed forward, his voice sharp. "Who was my father, Ranjeet?" he demanded. Ranjeet's gaze softened, regretful. "I don't know his identity," he admitted. "But your presence, your strength, screams Vyas clan ancestry." The partial answer frustrated Robin, his need for clarity burning.
Ranjeet's tone turned grave. "Don't seek the Vyas clan," he warned. "They'd kill you to guard their secrets—a threat even I can't counter." His caution hung heavy, the danger of Robin's lineage a shadow over his quest, yet it failed to sway his resolve.
Indifferent to the Vyas clan's prestige, Robin's focus remained fixed on confronting Rakesh Seth for his abandonment. "I don't care about their legacy," he said, his voice cold. "I need to face my father." The revelation's implications churned within him, fueling his determination.
The cemetery encounter deepened Robin's resolve to uncover Rakesh's identity, Ranjeet's cryptic guidance hinting at a larger destiny. As they stood among the tombs, the Hunters' legacy and the Vyas clan's secrets loomed, tying Robin to a path that could reshape his future and the Hunters' fate.