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Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

Born as a test subject yearning for freedom, he never imagined that a gamble of fate would leave him as a youngest prince of the once-mighty Vijayanagar Empire in the 16th century India. Fueled by his undying thirst for absolute control and endless amusement, he stops at nothing to achieve his desires. Follow along as His actions, driven by a twisted sense of entertainment, plunging the empire into a maelstrom of chaos. Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction that explores historical events within the context of a parallel Earth. Any similarities to real-world historical occurrences are purely coincidental and are a product of the author's imagination. The intent is to offer an alternate perspective on history and should not be construed as an accurate representation of actual events. Reader discretion is advised. If you own the rights to the profile picture used by the author, please Let us know in the Comments for proper attribution or its removal. We appreciate your understanding and are committed to resolving any concerns regarding intellectual property rights.

Indian_Painter · War
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Battle of Hampi [2]

Hampi, Vijayanagara Empire.

The second day of the battle for Hampi was underway. Both armies fought with renewed determination on the corpse-ridden battlefield. The smell of the decayed corpses was permeating the air.

Vultures and crows circled the sky to feed on the dead. During prolonged battles, the last rites of the dead happened usually at the end of the battle. The victor usually cremated the bodies of the fallen in a huge funeral pyre.

The atmosphere was eerie as the screams of agony and clashes of metal filled the battlefield again. The loud bang of the cannons made the earth tremble.

Numerous soldiers were trampled mercilessly by their own allies and enemies in the chaotic frontline. 

Chandra's army was greeted with a hail of steel right onto their close-knit shield walls. This was coupled with the shells of the Culverins. They made a dent in their shield wall, and the arrows picked apart the infantry through the gaps.