Vidyut Kashyapnil- The Emperor
Vidyut sat the throne of Nilthala with the weight of a hundred battles behind his gaze and the steel of a hundred storms beneath his skin. Crowned in the shadow of his father’s pyre, he had ruled not by inheritance alone, but by grit—by sword, by strategy, and by sheer will. He was a man carved in the likeness of the mountains that ringed his kingdom—unyielding, immovable, enduring. His presence filled the durbar like thunder fills a storm. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like smoldering obsidian and a voice that could quiet a room or shatter the bravest of liars, he was the very breath of command. Brave to the point of recklessness, wise beyond his years, and endlessly strategic—Vidyut could read a war before the first arrow flew and outmaneuver generals before they left their tents.