Eternal Hunt

The world was no longer a place of kingdoms and alliances.

It was a domain under Shree Yan's eternal gaze.

The Immortal King, who once had desires of revenge and a quest for immortality, had transcended even those. Now, there was only one goal that mattered to him: absolute dominion over all that existed, over the very essence of life and death.

And those who had dared to betray him, those who had abandoned him, were now prey.

The Hunt Begins

From the heart of his fortress, Shree Yan's crimson eyes pierced through the illusions of distance. His perception stretched across the realms, through the worlds, beyond the mortal and divine—he saw everything.

No shadow could hide them.

No distance could save them.

The betrayers were marked. Kiran Gopal, Suman, and Devendra—they had thought themselves safe, but they were fools to believe they could escape his wrath.

His mind worked in perfect harmony with the world itself.

"Every movement you make, every breath you take, brings you closer to me," he spoke softly, but his voice echoed like thunder across the expanse of existence.

The hunt had begun, and there was no place in the world that was beyond his reach.

The Collapse of Hope

Kiran Gopal, once his trusted guide, sat in a hidden temple high in the mountains. He was cloaked in mysticism, protected by ancient wards and rituals. The walls were thick with the aura of divine protection, and yet, Kiran could feel it—the pressure, the suffocating weight of Shree Yan's presence, even from such a distance.

He trembled, knowing that no power, no technique, could protect him from the Immortal King's will.

"He's coming."

The air in the temple grew thick with dread. Kiran's heart raced as the realization hit him: there was no escape. Shree Yan's mastery of fate, time, and destiny was beyond comprehension. His presence alone was enough to unravel all defenses, all illusions.

As Kiran reached for the ancient relic that could shield him from Shree Yan's influence, the ground beneath him cracked.

It was too late.

The Endless Pursuit

Meanwhile, Suman had taken refuge in a dark, forgotten corner of the world. Deep within an underground cavern, he surrounded himself with the remnants of long-dead sorcerers, hoping their ancient secrets would protect him from the wrath of the Immortal King.

But Shree Yan was no fool.

He had always known the cost of betrayal, and the cost of mercy.

His eyes glinted with a chilling malice as he descended into the depths of the world.

His steps reverberated through the very bones of the earth, and with each movement, the stones themselves trembled in submission.

For Suman, who had once been a friend and ally, the end was inevitable.

He could hear the echo of Shree Yan's voice, cold and unyielding, reverberating through the caverns:

"You will regret your choices."

The End of Devendra

Devendra, having fled the Gautam Kingdom after his betrayal, had sought refuge in the farthest reaches of the world. Far beyond the mountains, deep into uncharted lands where even the gods dared not tread, he believed himself safe.

He believed he had outsmarted Shree Yan.

But in reality, he had simply run out of time.

Shree Yan did not need to rush. The hunter was patient. Time bent to his will, and his understanding of the future was absolute.

Devendra had become a pawn in a game he had no understanding of.

And soon, he would meet his inevitable end.

The Last Stand

In a grand chamber, under the shadow of his throne, Shree Yan sat in stillness, awaiting the inevitable return of the betrayers. They would come to him, each driven by fear, each having realized too late that they were nothing in the face of his absolute power.

And when they did arrive, there would be no mercy, no escape.

Shree Yan would not simply destroy them.

He would remake them.

They would kneel before him, not as enemies, not as traitors—but as tools of his absolute reign.

And they would know, as all who faced him did:

In the end, all must kneel.

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