Once upon a time, in the vast and sacred lands of the East, there stood an empire unlike any other—the Surandha Empire, ruled by the mighty and revered King Vikrama Surandha.
On a night where the heavens wept in silence and a total lunar eclipse painted the skies crimson, fate twisted its cruel hand.
Inside the royal chambers, Queen Vaishnavi Surandha cried out in pain—her breath shallow, her body weak. And then, as though the universe split in three, triplets were born into the world: two boys and one girl. However, the joy of a new life was marred by tragedy.
Queen Vaishnavi—beloved, graceful, fierce—took her final breath moments after childbirth
King Vikrama rushed to her side, but it was too late. With a heavy heart, he turned to the three infants cradled in silk and incense. All bore a mark of royal heritage—the royal seal, an ancient symbol on their chests that pulsed with Surandha royal energy.
"All, except one.
The third child, a baby boy, lay quietly. No glowing mark, no royal seal. No proof of Surandha's blood.
A deep silence settled
He is not one of us," Vikrama muttered, his voice devoid of warmth.
"He is the omen. The reason… my Vaishnavi is gone."
Blinded by grief. And chained by tradition, the king issued a cruel decree.
"Throw the child into Sarpamukhi. Let the volcano judge him."
Sarpamukhi—the gaping maw of the earth, a living volcano guarded by one of the ultimate beasts of the ancient world. A place where no mortal dared tread.
The royal soldiers, bound by loyalty, carried the silent infant across lands scorched by fire and ash. As they neared the edge of the volcanic pit, the heat grew unbearable, the air thick with the smell of death.
But they were not alone.
Standing near the mouth of the beastly Volcano, shrouded in darkness, there was a figure cloaked in shadows and bones—a female Grim Reaper, her scythe gleaming under the blood-red moon...
She waited, still and silent, on the edge of Sarpamukhi...
To collect the soul of the forsaken prince, the infant was silent in the soldier's arms as they reached the edge of Sarpamukhi. Without a word, the man fulfilled his king's command.
He threw the child into the heart of the volcano.