The Truth Revelled.

The Truth Revelled.

Sam led Rudra down a long, dimly lit corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the silenced. They soon reached a large set of wooden ornament doors at the end of the hallway, where two guards stood at attention and with imposing posture. These men were different – Rudra could sense it immediately. Their presence felt off, unmatched, and his centuries and millennia of experience told him these were not the ordinary humans.

As they opened the doors for Sam. Rudra took a closer look at the guards. Through they appeared human, his keen sense picked up the subtle energy flow around them like cultivator within them. They had likely undergone rigorous training, but to Rudra – who had ruled entire realms – they were nothing more than ants. Still, his face remained calm and unreadable. Sam, noticing Rudra's gaze =, turned to him with a sharp looks serious tone. "What you've seen here, you don't mention to anyone. If single word what you see here slipped from your lips, you family and you will disappear from the face of the earth. Understand?" Rudra's eyes narrowed at the thinly veiled threat. The pride of the great Naga emperor within him stirred, his divine soul bristling at the audacity. Yet, with measured restrained, he gave a curt nod, asking his true feeling's. He wasn't in a position to reveal his power just yet. Not here. With that, Sam pushed open the door revelling a luxurious room that reeked of medicine. At the centre of the room was the large, ornate bed surrounded by medical equipment. A doctor stood nearby, his face showing the weariness of sleepless nights spent caring for a patient. Rudra's gaze moved to the figure lying on the bed – a sickly, pale man whose follow breaths were the only sign of life in his frail body.

Sam stepped forward and greeted the middle- aged man who standing beside the bed Rudra feels he also give a Same vibe of cultivator like guards who stand in door but he is stronger than guard but for him still ant. "Uncle khan," Sam said with respectful nod.

Uncle Kahn gave solemn look in return. "You brought the fruit?" Sam nodded and reached into the box he had brought with him. "Yes, it's here."

As Sam handed the box over uncle khan gave a heavy sigh. "You know what yet priest said, right?" his voice was grave. "He said only this fruits could save your father."

Rudra listened intently, confusion creeping into his mind. What Priest? How do they know about the fruits?

Sensing Rudra's confusion, uncle khan turned to him first thank him said, "Thank you Rudra, you don't know what you do for Malik family." He said I do FOR money so you don't thank me. Then uncle Kahn smiled nod "Ok" he continues you become confused what we talk lets I tell "Sam's father was attacked by an enemy. He was poisoned – a deadly kind that no modern medicine can cure. For the past years, he's been in this state, barely clinging to life. Yesterday, we sought the help of the priest who specialized in the spiritual and ayurvedically medicine. He tells us about a vision he saw, he told us about naga spirit that had appeared near the tree yesterday night. He said fruit from that tree could help restore vitality and help cur Sam's father."

Rudra was taken aback. How could this priest know about the fruit's powers? It wasn't common knowledge understood the fruit's significance. Still, Rudra remained silent, his mind racing with question could these priests know more than he let on?

 He lost on though but come to reality when he heard voice of Sam who order the doctor. "Prepare the medicine using the fruit and cure my father." The doctor, who had been standing by nodded and moved toward the fruits, ready and moved toward the fruits, ready to begin his work.

Just as the doctor reached for the fruit, Rudra spoke up, his voice calm but firm. "That won't help."

Everyone in the room froze, turning to look at him. Sam's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"