Weeks later, a group of fishermen found a man washed up on the southern coast — scarred, bearded, and half-conscious, clutching a golden ring.
They didn't know his name. But when he opened his eyes, there was fire — the same fire that once ruled Kolar.
Hidden in the shadows of the coastal villages, Rocky healed. The world believed he was gone. And he liked it that way.
For the first time in years, he was free — from kingship, from politics, from power.
But destiny wasn't done with him yet.