UUD BHARATA

The Mystery of Saint Hiller Dormitory 
Sixteen-year-old Brian, from the small town of Havlen, had always known one undeniable truth in his life: he had never known his biological father. But when a secret letter from the distant town of Belgorov surfaces—a place where his father was last seen before mysteriously vanishing within the ancient Saint Hiller Castle—Brian decides to seek the answers on his own.
Armed with strange powers granted through an energy transfer from James Nkono, a former black slave with a hidden history and mysterious strength, Brian sets off for Belgorov. There, Saint Hiller Castle looms proudly amidst fog and ancient ruins. The castle is not only the last place his father was seen, but also the site of the tragic murder of Lord Archiemore Thompson, the last owner of Saint Hiller and Brian's father’s closest friend.
However, upon arriving at Saint Hiller, Brian quickly realizes that the dangers lurking in this place are not just of the physical world. Invisible creatures, ancient curses, and terrifying secrets from the past begin to reveal themselves. Brian discovers that he is the last descendant of the Vendrae clan, a bloodline once known for its immense power but nearly destroyed by betrayal and magical wars.
Joined by Nika, a blonde-haired girl with extraordinary magical abilities, and Milo, a thin yet brilliant student who specializes in symbolic magic, Brian fights to unravel the deepest secrets of Saint Hiller. They must face the Third Mirror Order—a mystical group guarding the forbidden artifact known as the Third Mirror, where Brian’s father is trapped beyond the dimension of time.
In a battle between blood, destiny, and supernatural forces, Brian must choose: surrender to the shadows of the past, or rise as the new guardian of his ancestral castle.


MYSTERY OF SAINT HILLER DORMITORY

The sound of roots pulsed around Brian—soft, yet bone-rattling. The massive stone walls of the Core Chamber seemed to breathe. A thin green mist spiraled around the altar of roots that towered in the center of the room. The air was thick and damp, rich with the scent of wet earth and a hint of ancient rusted metal. 


On that altar, Liora lay motionless. Her long black hair fanned out around her, glowing faintly green with every pulse of light from the roots. Her eyes were closed. Her face pale like wax, but her chest rose and fell. She was alive. Not the specter of Liora that once haunted Valmere. Not the illusion that had invaded Saint Hiller. 


The beginning. The source. The root itself. 


THE FINAL CHOICE