The Power of Love

The Mysterious Visitor

As the night crept over the Seven Rivers, a dark figure emerged from the shadows. The man walked with a strange gait, his eyes glinting with an eerie light. He had been walking for days, using his dark powers to guide him towards his destination - the palace of Seven Rivers.

As the man neared the palace gates, the guards on duty sensed an unease in the air. They stood at attention, weapons at the ready. But the man seemed to glide past them effortlessly, as if the darkness itself was parting to let him through.

He made his way to the heart of the palace, where General Narsimha stood guard. The general felt a chill run down his spine as he laid eyes on the dark figure. He instinctively reached for his sword, ready to defend his kingdom.

General Narsimha stands tall, staring at the mysterious man in front of him. He demands, "Who are you? And why have you come here?" The man remains silent for a moment, enjoying the look of fear in Narsimha's eyes. Then, he steps forward, revealing his face, and the General gasps in shock.

The man before him is none other than Karna, the Dark Prince. Karna is known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, feared by all who know him. Narsimha drops to his knees, bowing before the prince. Karna smirks, pleased with the show of respect.

"Rise, General," he says in a cold voice. "I have come here to seek answers about my brother's death." Narsimha shudders, knowing that Bhaargav's death was caused by Prince Roopeshwar's divine sword.

"Your brother was killed by the Prince of Seven Rivers," Narsimha admits reluctantly. "He wielded the Divine Sword and struck your brother down in battle," Narsimha replied, feeling a sense of remorse.

"That Prince has caused me enough trouble. But why did my brother die? Why did Roopeshwar have to kill him?"

Narsimha cleared his throat. "Your brother was conspiring against Prince Roopeshwar and planning to take over his kingdom. The Prince had no choice but to defend himself. It was an accident I believe," Karna's eyes narrow, and he steps closer to Narsimha, his hand on the hilt of his own sword.

"Accident?" he growls. "My brother was the rightful King, and this so-called Prince took his life with a divine sword. And now, he refuses to give up the throne. Why should I believe that it was an accident?"

Narsimha swallows, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can assure you, Prince Karna, that Prince Roopeshwar had no intention of killing your brother. He is a just and honorable man, and he has done everything in his power to make amends."

Karna scoffs, his eyes flashing with anger. "Just and honorable? He took my brother's life, and now he sits on his throne, refusing to step down. No, General, I think it's time for a change. And I believe that you and I can make that happen."

Narsimha's eyes widen in horror as Karna draws his sword. He realizes too late that he is no match for the Dark Prince. Karna smiled wickedly and said, "I have waited too long for my revenge, Narsimha. My plan is simple yet effective. I will take over Vajrayudha and ruin Roopeshwar and Var's lives in the process. They will suffer a fate worse than death."

Narsimha's face turned pale as he realized the depth of Karna's hatred. He fell to his knees and begged for mercy, "Please, Prince Karna, have mercy. Spare Prince Roop and Prince Var. They are innocent."

But Karna only laughed in response, "Innocent? Roopeshwar killed my brother with the Divine Sword, and Var is no better. They both deserve to suffer for what they have done."

Narsimha trembled in fear, "Please, Karna, there must be another way. Don't do this."

Karna let out a menacing laugh, sending shivers down Narsimha's spine. "My dear General, you are too late to beg for mercy," Karna sneered. "I have already made up my mind. I will take over Vajrayudha, and I will make sure Roopeshwar and Var suffer for what they did to my dear brother Bhaargav."