
by IndianFantasyWriter
The river is dying. In the golden kingdom of Venginagara, the sacred Krishna river has begun retreating — moving backward into the earth as if something beneath the mountains is swallowing it alive. The enemy has no face. The war has no battlefield. And the weapon is the one thing no kingdom can survive without. Water. Crown Prince Adityavardhana makes a choice that will either save his kingdom or destroy him. He removes his gold rings, puts on a beggar's cloth, and walks alone into the dark mountains of Karkotaka. The serpent's kingdom. The enemy's home. Inside those iron tunnels he will find: A villain who laughs while children die of thirst. A spy rotting in a cage. A princess who knows where all the secrets are buried — and is tired of keeping them. And a crack in the wall that could either save two kingdoms or drown them both. — A throne is just a chair if the land beneath it is a desert —
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