I need to know the truth

As the battle raged on, the old man, Sensei—the guru who had treated Meera like his own daughter—stood firm amidst the chaos, his eyes keenly observing the unfolding events. Meera, noticing him from a distance, disengaged from her fight with Rudra and swiftly made her way to him. Rudra, left bewildered by her sudden departure, continued his desperate search for the masked woman.

Meera reached Sensei, her breath heavy with exertion and worry. "Sensei, something is terribly wrong," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "The man I fought earlier... he called me Ambika. He spoke as if he knew me well, as if that was my name in the past. I don't remember any of it, but he seemed so sure. What if he knows something about my past that we don't?"

Sensei's wise eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Meera, you have always known there were pieces of your past that were missing. This man might indeed hold the key to those memor