Year 2570, Kumari State – Northern Hideout

The air was heavy with the relentless downpour, masking the metallic tang of blood that clung to the scene. Shadows flickered against the rain-soaked walls as the crowd gathered, their eyes fixed on the figure standing amidst the carnage. The man was drenched, his body marked with the blood of over 200 soldiers, yet his eyes remained piercing and unyielding.

A voice broke the tense silence, trembling with fear.

"How many survived his attack?"

"Only fourteen, sir." The reply was faint, edged with disbelief.

Another voice chimed in, desperate and pleading.

"Sir, we have to kill him. He's a monster! No human could do this. He's destroyed our strongest hideout single-handedly!"

But the supreme leader of Kumari State, Gouravam Samy Durai, stood unfazed. His lips curled into a sly grin, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

"You fools," he said, his tone laced with ambition. "This man is not just a killer he's the key to our future. Only he knows the truth about that treasure. Imagine if it were in my hands. With it, I could rule the world."

"Sir, please rethink this," one of the advisors begged, his voice shaking.

The leader's eyes turned cold, silencing further objections.

"I am the supreme leader of Kumari State. I decide what is good for us. Arrest him. Now."

"Yes, sir," came the reluctant reply, as soldiers stepped forward to subdue the bloodied figure.

Before This Event, Year 2025

The world war that had torn the planet apart for fifteen long years finally came to an end. But there were no celebrations. The world's superpowers once mighty and proud were now shattered, left in ruins by the nuclear weapons and advanced destruction that had scarred the Earth.

Some allied nations had managed to survive, barely, but India's situation was different. Half of the northern land had been decimated, and what remained was crippled by an economic collapse, rampant inflation, and a civil war that seemed endless.

Despite their best efforts, the Indian government was unable to solve these problems. Lacking both the manpower and resources to recover, they turned to private armies for help a decision that would change the course of the nation forever.

Unable to repay the debts they had incurred, the government was forced to sell large portions of the land to corporate entities. These corporations, seeing an opportunity to seize power, declared the land independent and established their own rule. Over time, India fractured into four separate states: Mysore Empire, Malabar State, Kanchi State, and Kumari State.

The leadership of these new nations was not determined by politics or diplomacy but by sheer force. The title of Supreme Leader was claimed by those with the greatest power and the fiercest warriors.

When the current Supreme Leader passed or fell ill, the succession battle would be brutal a fight where only the strongest and most cunning would survive. The battle for control was always written in blood, a violent contest for power.

The people had come to call this ruthless struggle the Battle for the Royal.