"I am Zeyn! Prince of the Vasukih Kingdom of the East! A child born of two worlds, protector of astral beings! Brother to the great serpent spirit, Blorong!"
The words rolled off his tongue with such raw, unflinching conviction that the dojo fell silent.
And not just the dojo. Far away, deep within the untamed jungles of the Eastern lands, the Vasukih Kingdom stirred.
On a throne of carved obsidian and gold, the very being Zeyn had named sat watching through an orb in her hand.
An arcane lens, playing the scene at Mehra Estate like a crystal CCTV.
'This is why I still haven't told him who his mother is,' Bella remarked casually.
But her offhand comment struck the chamber like lightning.
The air shifted. Scaled warriors froze mid-breath, priests stiffened in their bow, and even the braziers' flames seemed to falter.
* * *
Meanwhile, at Mehra Estate—
Murad's eyes locked onto Zeyn, excitement glinting like steel in his gaze.
