The terrace floor groaned under the sudden, seismic shift of power. In a motion that was a blur of lethal conditioning, Rudraksh's hand dropped to his shoulder holster. With a fluid, terrifying grace, he drew a matte-black custom sidearm and leveled it directly at Kabir's chest. The metallic click of the safety being disengaged sounded like a gavel striking in a courtroom of the damned.