The Raichand estate buzzed with the whispers of Mukul's Triad Legacy. Yet beneath the noise, another storm silently brewed—one wrapped in shadows, artistry, and secrets that had always walked beside him.
For while Mukul bore the weight of three empires, his cousin Anaya Ahir carried a truth no one in the family had ever imagined.
The Shadowed Master
Long before Raichand halls became a battlefield of legacies, Anaya had been chosen.Her master, Mistress Selindra Morn, a name whispered in the deepest underworld networks, had plucked her from obscurity at a young age.
Selindra was a legend of espionage—an artist with shadows, a mistress of codes, whispers, and illusions.Under her guidance, Anaya transformed into something the world could neither predict nor contain.
To her family, she was Anaya Ahir, the quiet cousin with a gentle smile.But in the hidden corridors of power, she was known only by her true name—Aralyn Nyx.
The Organization of Veils
Aralyn Nyx commanded an empire of shadows known as the "Ebon Veil."
Structure: A decentralized web of operatives, artists, cryptographers, assassins, and spies hidden across the world.
Network Reach: Silent infiltration in financial hubs, political courts, military strongholds, and cultural powerhouses—their operatives blending in as scholars, performers, clerks, or forgotten faces.
Methods: Information woven in riddles, maps painted as art, messages carved into sculptures and woven into music. Every operation was both artistry and espionage.
Loyalty: Only to Mistress Selindra and, later, Aralyn Nyx.
The Ebon Veil was so elusive that even the Shadow Dominion had only fragments of rumors about its existence. Few could claim to have ever seen its leader in person.
The Hidden Legacy
Anaya excelled in more than just infiltration. She became a master of:
Cryptography and coded communication that even world intelligence agencies couldn't decipher.
Martial arts and stealth, blending agility with grace, striking like an artist painting her final stroke.
Psychological warfare, disarming enemies not just with steel, but with words and illusions.
Artistic expression, turning every mission into an invisible masterpiece.
Her duality was flawless:
To family—Anaya, warm, loyal, quiet.
To the world's shadows—Aralyn Nyx, mistress of secrets, the unseen hand that pulled strings.
The Revelation to Herself
That night, as Mukul and Avni sealed the birth of the Triad Legacy, Anaya stood alone by a moonlit window. Her reflection stared back—half Anaya, half Aralyn Nyx.
A soft whisper echoed in her mind—her master's last words before vanishing into the abyss:
"The world will know only shadows, but you will decide whether those shadows serve the dark… or the dawn."
She clenched her fist. The Ebon Veil had remained hidden long enough. If Mukul's Triad was to rise, then her shadows could no longer remain silent.
For the first time in years, she considered revealing the truth—not to the world, but perhaps… to Mukul.