On one side, Om was ready to show off his cooking skills…
And on the other—
Ambu and Sarpdoot were setting something far bigger into motion.
They carefully wrote messages on strange, golden sheets—letters that shimmered like metal—and tied them around the necks of unusual, majestic peacocks.
There were dozens of them.
Each one as large as a human…
Each one a different color—green, blue, red, yellow…
Beautiful… yet otherworldly.
These weren't ordinary creatures.
They were the royal messengers of Baadal Lok.
Beings capable of flying at incredible speeds—cutting through the highest layers of the sky like the wind itself.
Ambu and Sarpdoot secured the last of the letters… and released them.
In an instant—
The sky filled with a storm of colors.
Dozens of giant peacocks took flight… spreading across the horizon in different directions.
As the sun began to set, the sky painted itself in hues of orange and red—blended with the vibrant wings of those flying messengers.
Sitting in her garden, watching them disappear into the distance—
Neeraja Devi finally smiled.
But that smile didn't last long.
Her expression turned serious again as she felt the shift in the wind.
"I hope… we're not too late," she whispered.
At that moment, Ambu and Sarpdoot approached her and bowed respectfully.
"My Queen, all the messages have been sent through the Sky Messengers," they said together.
Neeraja Devi nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on the sky.
Somewhere far above…
Those messengers were already racing toward their destinations.
Somewhere in the icy mountains of China…
A hidden ancient city…
A brown peacock cut through the cold air and entered a grand palace.
Inside, men dressed in vibrant, ancient robes were enjoying a performance—music, dance, celebration.
The peacock flew straight to the throne—
And landed on the arm of the king.
The king paused immediately.
His expression turned serious as he gently stroked the bird.
"A Sky Messenger… welcome to the Dragon Kingdom," he said.
He untied the letter…
Read it—
And within seconds—
His face changed.
"Everyone!" he shouted. "All activities are to be halted immediately. We have urgent business—we leave for Baadal Lok at once!"
At the same time—
A blue peacock had already descended into the depths of the Indian Ocean.
It swam through the waters, reaching a breathtaking underwater city—far more advanced than anything on the surface world.
Without hesitation, it entered a massive palace…
And landed on the hand of a queen.
She was half-human… half-fish.
A ruler of the ocean.
Seeing the messenger, she smiled gracefully.
"Greetings, Sky Messenger. Welcome to the Water Kingdom."
She read the letter—
And instantly stood up.
Her expression turned sharp.
"Commander of the Water Realm," she ordered, "prepare immediately. Call all leaders of the aquatic clans. We leave for Baadal Lok at once!"
Elsewhere—
A yellow peacock descended into the dense forests of Karnataka, India.
Deep within those jungles lay an ancient tribal settlement.
The people there—half-human, half-monkey—looked up in shock as the glowing bird arrived.
The peacock flew straight to the tallest structure…
And sat before the Monkey King, bowing its head.
The king read the letter—
His expression turned grave.
Without a word, he summoned the leader of the bear clan…
And began preparations to leave.
One by one—
Across realms and hidden worlds—
The message spread.
Naag Lok…
Lion Realm…
Rishi Realm…
Spirit Realm…
Forest Realm…
Bird Realm…
The Mouse Clans…
The Sky Peacock Tribe…
The Land of Giants…
Every leader…
Every ruler…
Every powerful being—
Received the same message.
And with it…
The same expression appeared on every face.
Concern.
Urgency.
Fear.
Without wasting a moment, they all began their journey toward Baadal Lok.
Some rode advanced vehicles…
Some mounted mythical creatures…
Some flew through the skies on their own…
And some moved forward in massive leaps—covering miles in seconds.
The world was moving.
Something… was coming.
Finally—
The last messenger…
A white peacock…
Flew toward the Aravalli mountain range.
It arrived near a hidden, massive waterfall—
Where Guru Dhumketu sat in deep meditation.
The peacock called out from a distance.
The sound echoed—
And Dhumketu opened his eyes.
The moment he saw the white messenger—
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Looks like the changing winds have reached the Queen of Baadal Lok as well," he said calmly.
He stood up.
The peacock walked toward him, tilting its head, watching him closely.
Dhumketu took the letter into his hands…
And began walking forward, the peacock following beside him.
He looked ahead—his expression now serious.
"Seems like it's not just the winds…"
His voice grew deeper.
"…the world itself is about to change."
A pause.
He looked up at the sky.
"The way the wind is moving…"
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"…the game has already begun."