: A Whisper of Rebellion

A Fire in the Distance

Beyond the grand walls of Shree Yan's empire, the night was not silent.

Smoke curled into the sky. Flames danced across the distant horizon, consuming villages that once swore loyalty to him.

A messenger knelt before the Immortal King, his body trembling. "My lord… the rebels have struck again."

Shree Yan's crimson eyes remained cold. "Who leads them?"

The messenger hesitated before speaking a name.

"Tara."

A name of defiance.

Shree Yan leaned back, his fingers drumming against the armrest. The rebel leader was not unknown to him—Tara had once been nothing more than a whisper in the dark, a leader of outcasts and exiles.

Now, she was a force that dared to challenge him.

A slow smirk touched his lips.

"It seems some still have not learned."

The Immortal King's Decision

Narayan Thapa stood beside the throne, watching the king's reaction carefully. "Shall I lead the army to crush them?"

Shree Yan shook his head.

"No."

Narayan frowned. "They grow bolder. If we let them continue—"

"They will think themselves untouchable."

Shree Yan's gaze turned toward the flames in the distance.

"Let them think that."

Narayan hesitated. "You plan to handle this personally?"

Shree Yan rose from his throne, his presence casting a long shadow over the chamber. His white hair shimmered under the torchlight, his red eyes glowing like embers.

"I will remind them why I am king."

A Reckoning Approaches

The rebels believed they were fighting against a tyrant.

They believed they could defy him.

Shree Yan would show them what it meant to challenge an immortal.