weaknesses

The mask man sat before a monitor, the dim light from the screen casting eerie shadows across his concealed face. His eyes, sharp and calculating, were fixed on the feed from the hidden cameras that scanned the room where Rudra and his team were gathered. The advanced technology of the cameras allowed them to capture every detail, even in the darkness, revealing the tension and determination etched on each member’s face.

He leaned back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction evident in his posture. Beside him stood a tall, imposing figure, one of his trusted lieutenants, who awaited instructions.

The mask man broke the silence, his voice dripping with cold confidence. "I know Rudra's plans," he said, his gaze never leaving the screen. "He thinks he can protect those who follow him, shield them from harm. But he underestimates what we're capable of."

The lieutenant shifted slightly, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean,