In the darkened cave, Aghorath felt a shift—a ripple in the air that sent a thrill through his veins. He knew that Guruji was gone. The last obstacle, the sole beacon of resistance with true insight into his intentions, had finally been removed from his path. The presence of those who would soon come looking for him, bound by Guruji's influence, was nearly palpable.

"They'll come," he murmured to himself, his eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. He moved through the shadowed depths of his lair, waving his hand over the stone walls that seemed to pulse in response. He had no intention of hiding anymore. In fact, he wanted to be found.

Aghorath raised the amulet, letting its sinister glow fill the cave. He began chanting an ancient incantation, summoning tendrils of energy that snaked through the air, seeping into the stone like veins of dark fire. The walls of his lair shifted, carving into themselves, as if alive under his touch. He shaped symbols and signs, knowing they would resonate with Sudeep, Nandita, and Ravi, drawing them closer. Each mark he etched pulsed with a magnetic pull that stretched across distances, a breadcrumb trail designed to lead his enemies right into his grasp.

His dark magic now threaded throughout the caves and nearby paths, like threads in a deadly spider's web. "Come," he whispered to the shadows. "Follow your path. I have something special waiting."

In his mind's eye, he saw Sudeep and Nandita, their resolve freshly kindled by their visions, their steps determined yet unknowingly falling into the traps he had laid. The thought filled him with wicked anticipation. They had grown closer to the divine, to each other. But it would all be futile.

"This time, they won't escape," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Satisfied, Aghorath withdrew his hand, and the chanting ceased. The air within the cave grew still, heavy with dark energy. He leaned back, feeling the power emanating from the walls, knowing that soon, they would walk into his trap. And he would be waiting.