The messenger from Mahabaleshgarh arrived, breathless and wide-eyed, carrying news that sent ripples of anxiety through the already tense atmosphere in the Royal Chamber of Rakatpur. Vihaan's heart raced as he exchanged glances with Vihaani, who was seated beside him, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Your Majesty,” the messenger bowed deeply before addressing King Rajendra, “we have received alarming reports of Elara's movements. She is amassing an army at the borders of Mahabaleshgarh, and whispers of an alliance with Lord Viraj have grown louder. They seek the Heart of the Ancients and plan to strike before we can fortify our defenses.”