For the first time, the Predator is confused. Agniv doesn’t run. He invites the chase. He uses the Predator’s own code against him—luring him into booby-trapped temples, countering thermal vision with mud and cold waterfalls, and even stealing one of its own disc-blades.

"Tum galat jungle mein aa gaye, alien. Main shikaar nahi hoon… main antim sanskar hoon." (You came to the wrong jungle, alien. I am not prey… I am the final funeral rite.) The Hunt Begins

Cut to: Agniv, now with a cybernetic eye, sharpening his khukri.

Agniv throws away his guns. He picks up a broken, ancient khukri knife—his father’s.

"Bahut ho gaya. Ab maut aayegi!" (Enough of this. Now death comes!)

Agniv whispers: "Har killer ki ek aadat hoti hai… apni trophy pe garv karna." (Every killer has one habit… pride in their trophy.)

On a Predator spaceship, a dozen red dots flicker on a holographic map—over Mumbai, Delhi, and Tokyo. A deep voice growls: