As Rawa left the secret hall, the heavy doors sealed behind him, shutting out the council's whispers. He was oblivious to the weighty discussions still echoing in the chamber, discussions that would shape the fate of not only his journey but of multiple kingdoms.
In the dimly lit room, King Reek turned to the other rulers, his expression serious. "Who has the God-level magic to summon a person from another world?" he began, his voice resonating with authority.
King Arya, representing the kingdom of Aryavart, furrowed his brow. "It could only be Raksh, the protector of this world."
"Indeed," Prince Hima replied, recalling his own encounter with the enigmatic figure. "I met Raksh ten years ago when he was here. He introduced me to the very concept of alliances among our kingdoms."
"But is he a God?" King Sya Rakri of Matsya asked, his curiosity piqued.
"No," Prince Hima clarified, shaking his head. "There are only seven gods. Raksh is not one of them. He told me that he and Raksh were trained by the same teacher. His powers are immense but grounded in the responsibilities of this world."
"I see," King Jara Doot interjected, his age and experience lending weight to his words. "But now we should focus on our new problem."
"Yes," King Reek Tha of Shreekatha replied. "Doot Kingdom is in danger. Creatures are attacking the kingdom and travelers alike due to the interference of demons."
"The Demon King has no interest in this matter," King Sya Rakri pointed out. "He already stated that we can kill those creatures as they are worthless, even to Demon Land."
"But who can fight against them?" King Arya asked, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.
"I think I'll go with Rawa," Prince Hima suggested, stepping forward, determination evident in his young features.
"But Prince Hima," King Jara said, concern etched on his face, "it will be dangerous."
"I am the second strongest mage here," Hima asserted, his voice unwavering. "So what's the problem? This is a chance to learn more about Rawa. If he is indeed summoned for a purpose, we should understand it."
"As you wish, Prince Hima," King Jara Doot conceded, his gaze softening with respect for the young prince's bravery. "I'll arrange for your departure with Rawa with the help of of King Royvi. The kingdom of Doot will require all the strength it can muster." The discussions continued, each king weighing the consequences of allowing Prince Hima to accompany Rawa. While the thought of sending a young prince into battle was met with hesitation, the promise of knowledge and potential alliance with Rawa was far too enticing.
"I will prepare the necessary provisions," Hima declared, excitement bubbling within him. "I need to learn about this outsider and his abilities firsthand. If he truly carries the power of moon magic, he could be the key to combating our foes."
"Then it is settled," King Royvi Vigix Ard confirmed, a rare smile flickering across his face. "Prepare yourself, Prince Hima. This could be the adventure that defines your legacy."
As plans began to take shape, the air crackled with a mix of trepidation and hope. Outside, the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the palace grounds. The kingdom was on the brink of a new chapter, and the true extent of Rawa's powers remained to be seen.
With every decision made in the secret hall, the fate of the Himdom, Doot Kingdom, and Rawa Vols himself hung in the balance. Each king knew that the coming days would be pivotal, not just for their kingdoms, but for the very fabric of their world.
Meanwhile, as Rawa made his way through the vibrant streets of Triveni, the echoes of a council meeting reverberated in his mind, a quiet reminder that he was more than just an outsider — he was a part of something larger than himself, whether he was ready or not. And in the shadows, forces both known and unknown began to stir, waiting for the right moment to strike.