Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

The war alliance with the Mughals and the internal rebellion took a toll on the Sultanate finances. They were in the worst possible situation due to their own negligence.

Zafar Shah brought this situation upon himself.

He was at fault for letting his decisions be influenced by the likes of Maulana Razik.

On the northern side of the capital city, corpses of dead guards littered the cold earth. They were mostly killed with a single strike.

Some men were carrying the corpses into the forest. They all wore black dresses that blended with the darkness of the night. Their weapons gleamed under the silvery glow of the moonlight. It was a cool and bright night.

A masked individual stood on the wall, enjoying the cool breeze of the night. He scanned the surroundings of the capital with a smile and jumped down.

Omkar\'s group had begun their task in the dead of the night.

He walked up to Omkar.

"Have you cleared all sides?" He asked Omkar.

"Yes, Sir." He said it with a stiff voice.

He still couldn\'t get used to the masked man. He seemed too powerful to address informally.

"The north-eastern wall seems to have lax security."

"So do we just go through that area right now?"

"Not right now. We will wait some more time." He began. "I can\'t afford to take chances when I have such inexperienced folks on my side."

The words stung him but he knew it was the truth. They were heavily relying on the masked man for their plan. He was detailing their every move.

"Any reason we have to wait?"

"Reason? The time is not ripe. At the peak of the night, your body relaxes and your mind shall become lax, unknowingly."

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"But the guards have worked night hours for months and years. Would this affect them?"

"Yes,"

The body has decreased stimuli during the nighttime. This relaxes the mind and body a lot and makes it easier to doze off in the middle of the night. Even if the man adapts gradually, they cannot fully stop the process since the body is naturally aligned in that way.

The man wanted to exploit this to get into the palace.

"I see, then I shall trust your word on it."

"Have I ever been wrong during our time together?" The masked man asked with a smirk seeping through his mask.

"No," mumbled Omkar.

"Then you may leave. I will inform you to move soon."

There was one other reason to stall for time. The crown prince, Aziz. He was competent, unlike his father.

After a while, he noticed a royal carriage leaving the palace. It was none other than Aziz\'s carriage.

He moved into the woods, where Omkar\'s group was resting.

"Move," he ordered.

Everyone stood up quickly and gripped their weapons tightly. The time for their revenge had finally dawned upon them.

"I will lead the charge. Follow me," said the masked man.

The man scaled the north-eastern wall like it was an everyday walk. The wall was facing the forest and the guard dozed off in his chair.

He sent the guard to eternal sleep and waited for Omkar\'s group to scale the wall as well.

They had already mapped out the places. So they knew about the Sultan\'s chamber and it\'s location.

He saw two guards patrolling the area. He quickly sprinted towards them. His steps were as quiet as a whisper in the dark.

He took out a short knife and threw it right at the neck of the guard. It pierced through the gaps of the armor and the soldiers dropped dead.

The other guard turned his head, barely processing what had happened, saw a sword whistling through the air and the world turned upside down. The last thing the guard witnessed was his headless body.

Omkar\'s group saw the absolute skill that the masked man possessed and had their mouth\'s open in awe.

"Move, you bastards," said the masked man.

They broke out of the trance and began to make their way to Sultan\'s room.

"WHO ARE YOU!!"

Zafar stood in the corner of the room, fear written all over his face as armed men barged into his room in the middle of the night.

"Where are the guards?" He yelled, throwing a vase at Omkar that missed it\'s mark.

Omkar took a deep breath and exchanged glances with the masked man.

"Thanks for this opportunity."

"Don\'t come close. I will have you killed." Zafar roared once again.

"Haa, shut up, you bastard." Omkar began. "It\'s your fault that my family died."

He unsheathed his sword.

"Wait, let\'s talk it out. I will give you whatever you want. Gold, silver, or women! Name your price."

Omkar grabbed his tunic and lifted him in the air.

"Bring back my family."

"100 gold bars and all the land you want. Spare me!!" He begged.

The masked man chucked at the disgusting begging.

"That old fart. This is so funny. I have to tell the others." He mumbled to himself.

The time passed and the floor was pooled in blood as Omkar took his rage out on the Sultan. The dismembered body of the Sultan lay on the marble floor.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, sorry for the pitiful display."

The masked man smiled. "It was fun to watch."

The doors of the room flung open.

"Who are you bastards?" A young voice echoed through the room. It was the crown prince, Aziz Shah.

He felt something was wrong after leaving the palace, so he had come back to check

His gaze shifted to his father\'s body laying dismembered and a man covered in blood.

"You killed my father!" He yelled.

The masked man clicked his tongue. It was the worst time for the prince to show up. He noticed blood on his sword. Some of the group members had died to his sword.

He whistled; it was a sign for the other group members.

"You leave from the same path. I will follow you."

Aziz wasn\'t an opponent that Omkar could handle. He unsheathed his sword.

The prince charged at Omkar only to be interrupted by him. He deflected the slash at Omkar\'s neck.

"Leave." He yelled at Omkar.

Omkar quickly ran out of the room.

"Who are you?" Aziz asked, clashing with him.

Their movements were a blur.

\'He is not bad.\' He thought. \'Doesn\'t even come close to the leader, though.\'

He dodged slash after slash in the tight space of the luxuriously decorated room of the Sultan.

"Hahaha, for a prince. You aren\'t half-bad."

"Shut up, you crazy bastard."

Aziz could feel something was wrong. The masked man wasn\'t really fighting back. He was on the defensive since the clash started. He had a good grasp on sword arts as well.

\'Is he stalling for time?\'

"Crazy? Don\'t be harsh! Prince. I am trying my best here." He said it with a mocking voice.

"Trying your best?"

A faint whistle was heard in the background of their clashes.

"That\'s my cue to go!! Time to wind up our little playtime."

He twisted his body to the side to dodge a stab.

Aziz flicked his wrist to slash.

He sidesteps.

Aziz follows him with desperate swings.

He was dodging each swing precisely.

Aziz finally found an opening and tried to stab.

He somehow managed to turn at the right angle to dodge it.

Aziz followed it up with a kick to his stomach.

It threw the masked man into the balcony.

He didn\'t fall but rather grabbed the railing and stood on it.

He glanced back at the prince with a mocking smile.

"Our little playtime was fun, young prince. See you later."

He jumps off from the balcony.