Indian_Painter

Born as a test subject yearning for freedom, he never imagined that a gamble of fate would leave him as a youngest prince of the once-mighty Vijayanagar Empire in the 16th century India. Fueled by his undying thirst for absolute control and endless amusement, he stops at nothing to achieve his desires. Follow along as His actions, driven by a twisted sense of entertainment, plunging the empire into a maelstrom of chaos.


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Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

Royal Palace, Vijayanagara Empire.

"The Emperor woke up from the coma?" Harsha asked surprisingly.

"Yes, your highness," said Tarun, catching his breath.

"It will be finished soon. I have let another regional leader take on the reins for now."

Harsha looked at Bhairava bleeding profusely from his severed hand and sighed.

"Treat this guy and clean up the bodies," he said, pointing at Bhairava.

"Understood, Your Highness. There is a guide waiting to show you the way." Tarun responded with a slight bow, pointing at a hooded person.

Harsha walked towards the hooded man with a smirk. He could feel the air around the person. It wasn't a normal person. He was strong—like the old man, Nayaka.

Battle of Hampi [17] (End)