Royal Palace, Vijayanagara Empire.
"The Emperor woke up from the coma?" Harsha asked surprisingly.
"Yes, your highness," said Tarun, catching his breath.
"What happened to the battle?"
"It will be finished soon. I have let another regional leader take on the reins for now."
"I see."
Harsha looked at Bhairava bleeding profusely from his severed hand and sighed.
"Treat this guy and clean up the bodies," he said, pointing at Bhairava.
"Understood, Your Highness. There is a guide waiting to show you the way." Tarun responded with a slight bow, pointing at a hooded person.
Harsha walked towards the hooded man with a smirk. He could feel the air around the person. It wasn't a normal person. He was strong—like the old man, Nayaka.
"Lead the way." He commanded.
