There is a particular kind of silence that follows the collapse of something once believed to be eternal. Not the thunder of war, but the quieter, more dangerous hush—the kind that settles into abandoned halls, unsettled bloodlines, and inherited guilt. In The Shattered Empire, Atul Arjun Mohite chooses to begin there. Not at the height of glory, but in the aftermath of certainty. The thousand-year-old Samrat Empire is already in ruins. A ruler dies without naming an heir.
