The moment Queen Neerja Devi finished speaking—
The entire assembly erupted into chaos.
Fear spread like wildfire.
Every face carried the same expression—shock… disbelief… and a rising, unknown dread.
Questions began flying from every corner—
"But Your Majesty, how is that even possible?!"
"Do you have any proof of this information?!"
"Is what you're saying truly the truth?!"
"Who gave you this information?!"
Voices overlapped, rising louder and louder, turning the once-disciplined hall into complete disorder.
Neerja Devi tried to speak—
But no one was listening.
Not anymore.
And then—
She moved.
Her hand reached for the massive golden staff resting beside her throne.
In one swift motion—
She slammed it onto the ground.
BOOM!
A sharp, piercing sound exploded through the hall.
It wasn't just loud—
It was painful.
The sound tore through the air like a blade, striking directly into the senses of every being present. One by one, they clutched their ears, faces twisting in agony as an unbearable ringing filled their heads.
Some beings didn't even have ears—
Yet even they staggered in shock, watching others react, feeling the vibration pierce through their very existence.
For a few seconds—
It was chaos of a different kind.
Then—
Silence.
As Neerja Devi lifted her staff back up and placed it beside her throne, the sound vanished.
Just like that.
And with it—
The entire hall fell still.
In that moment, something became crystal clear to everyone present—
Each one of them was powerful.
Each one possessed abilities far beyond humans.
And yet—
None of them…
Could stand against her.
The Queen of Badallok wasn't just powerful—
She was terrifyingly powerful.
Even the Dragon King—whose roar alone could reduce mountains to dust—
Now looked like a silent, tamed creature in her presence.
The hall was quiet again.
But this time—
The silence was heavy.
Some looked at her with awe.
Some with jealousy.
Some… with anger.
Neerja Devi ignored it all.
And continued.
"Please… let me finish first," she said firmly. "You may ask your questions afterward."
Her gaze swept across the hall.
"This is not the time to act on impulse… this is the time to use your mind."
A pause.
"The information we received… came directly from the Serpent Messenger."
Murmurs rose again—but softer this time.
"And to confirm this…"
She turned slightly.
"…the King of the Serpent Realm himself is present here."
All eyes shifted.
"Nagraj… please."
"Tell them what you witnessed in the depths of the underworld."
Slowly—
The King of the Serpent Realm stood up.
Nagraj Kaling.
His body carried the essence of serpents—fluid, deadly—but his form resembled that of a regal human king. Dressed in ancient green royal attire, a glowing emerald serpent gem rested on his forehead.
He folded his hands respectfully.
"I, Kaling… King of Nagalok, bow before Queen Neerja Devi and all the Extra ordinary beings present here."
His voice was calm—
But carried undeniable authority.
"What Her Majesty has said… is true."
A ripple of tension passed through the hall.
"And now… I will tell you everything in detail."
What followed—
Changed the air itself.
Kaling revealed everything.
Every detail that the Serpent Messenger had brought.
Every shadow lurking in the depths of Pataallok.
Every movement… every sign… every preparation.
And as he spoke—
Faces began to pale.
Eyes widened.
Breaths grew heavier.
Finally, Kaling concluded—
"Based on what we—and our spies—have witnessed in the depths of the underworld and the demon realms…"
His voice deepened.
"…it is certain that the demon clans are preparing for something."
A pause.
"Something massive."
His eyes hardened.
"Otherwise, tell me… why would they awaken those ancient, colossal demons—who have been asleep for centuries?"
Silence.
Chilling silence.
But suddenly—
A voice broke through.
A leader from another realm stood up, his tone filled with suspicion.
"Why should we believe you, Nagraj?"
The hall turned.
"You've lived as neighbors to the demons for centuries. How can we be sure you're not working with them? That this isn't some kind of trap for us?"
The accusation hung in the air like poison.
Kaling didn't react with anger.
He didn't raise his voice.
Instead, he folded his hands again.
"Your doubt… is justified."
A calm pause.
"But I swear—"
His voice grew firm.
"—upon the Serpent Gods… and the Mother of the Serpent Clan…"
The entire hall stilled.
"…that every word I have spoken is the truth."
A deadly silence followed.
"And if even a single word of mine turns out to be false…"
He lifted his head.
"…I will accept death at that very moment."
That was enough.
In this world—
An oath was never taken lightly.
And never broken.
Not by beings like them.
The moment he said it—
Doubt vanished.
And something far worse replaced it.
Fear.
A deep, suffocating fear spread across the hall once again.
Because now—
It was real.
If this was true…
Then everything was at stake.
Their worlds.
Their people.
Their homes.
Their families.
Because when demons chose destruction—
They didn't stop.
And this time—
They were awakening ancient, high-level monsters.
No one could even imagine…
How far that destruction could go.
Seeing the silence, Neerja Devi spoke again.
"Friends… the problem this time is far more terrifying than anything before."
Her voice carried weight.
"And I fear… that even if we all unite…"
A pause.
"…we may still not be able to defeat them."
Those words—
Didn't calm anyone.
They made it worse.
Because if someone as powerful as Neerja Devi—
Their leader—
Was saying this…
Then it meant only one thing—
This wasn't just danger.
This was… inevitable destruction.
Suddenly—
A figure rose.
The Mermaid Queen.
She bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty… can you tell us what exactly we're facing?"
Her voice was steady.
"Who are part of their army? Demons? Titans? Blood fiends? Dark entities? Or other ancient species recorded in history?"
A pause.
"If we know that… we can at least prepare."
Neerja Devi didn't answer immediately.
She turned to Nagraj.
He slowly shook his head.
No.
She turned back—
And shook her head as well.
The Mermaid Queen's face fell.
"That means… we're facing a danger we don't even understand."
A whisper escaped her lips—
"…and we are helpless."
But Neerja Devi wasn't done.
"And that's not all."
Her words cut through the air.
"The demons are not only working with dark magic… or awakening ancient monsters…"
Her gaze darkened.
"They are also searching… for a specific human."
A ripple spread again.
"A man whose blood they need…"
Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper—
"…for a forbidden ritual."
She closed her eyes for a second.
"The Blood Preservation Ritual."
The moment those words echoed—
Every face turned pale.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Because they all knew—
What that ritual meant.
And as every piece of the puzzle fell into place—
Only one word formed in their minds.
A word that carried doom itself.
And then—
All of them spoke together.
In one voice.
Filled with fear.
"...The Prophecy?"