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Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 4, Verse 7-8
рдпрджрд╛ рдпрджрд╛ рд╣рд┐ рдзрд░реНрдорд╕реНрдп рдЧреНрд▓рд╛рдирд┐рд░реНрднрд╡рддрд┐ рднрд╛рд░рддред
рдЕрднреНрдпреБрддреНрдерд╛рдирдордзрд░реНрдорд╕реНрдп рддрджрд╛рддреНрдорд╛рдирдВ рд╕реГрдЬрд╛рдореНрдпрд╣рдореНрее
рдкрд░рд┐рддреНрд░рд╛рдгрд╛рдп рд╕рд╛рдзреВрдирд╛рдВ рд╡рд┐рдирд╛рд╢рд╛рдп рдЪ рджреБрд╖реНрдХреГрддрд╛рдореНред
рдзрд░реНрдорд╕рдВрд╕реНрдерд╛рдкрдирд╛рд░реНрдерд╛рдп рд╕рдореНрднрд╡рд╛рдорд┐ рдпреБрдЧреЗ рдпреБрдЧреЗрее
They were never meant to come back together.
But some bonds don't break... they wait.
Once classmates.
Then soldiers.
Now legends whispered in corridors and training grounds.
The Elite 8-the batch everyone remembers and everyone measures themselves against.
The Fierce 4-raw, relentless, born for the frontlines.
And the Shadows-unseen, unheard, undefeated.
Six of them were each other's lifeline.
The Super Six.
From fighting each other... to fighting for each other.
From unspoken words... to understanding silence.
When a buried operation resurfaces and the nation faces a threat that moves through secrets, money, bodies, and blood, they are pulled back into the darkness they once survived.
Watching over them are the ones who shaped them- the Doc, too excited, breaking the pressure when fear crept in.
The stoic Lt. Colonel, all discipline and silence, whose approval was rare-but earned.
Mentors, juniors, seniors...
Some alive.
Some gone.
Some remembered like myths.
They don't all stand in the light.
Most fight from the shadows.
This isn't just a mission.
It's a reckoning.
A return.
A reminder.
Because legends don't fade.
They multiply.
And when they rise together again-
the enemy won't just face soldiers.
They'll face everything these warriors were trained to become.