A thin mist crept around the majestic palace, nestled in the heart of the jungle. The Vasukih Forest stretched out like a sea of emerald, isolating the palace from all signs of civilization. Silence hung in the air. No, not a comforting stillness, but an eerie hush that pressed upon the mind. Every tree trunk seemed to conceal watchful eyes. Every breeze carried the echo of unseen whispers.
Zeyn regained consciousness lying flat on his back in the middle of a magnificent throne hall. His last memory was still vividly etched: he had been standing on the balcony edge of Mehra Estate Mansion. But after the thunderous explosion and the blinding flash of light, his consciousness had been transported to this place.
A place that was actually his true origin.
The astral kingdom's palace, filled with terrifying invisible creatures.
