Beneath Baikunthapur: A Haunting Discovery

The air inside the chamber felt wrong. Arun Sen paused at the threshold, breath catching as a cold shiver slid down his spine. Baikunthapur was warm even in February — but this room felt still, heavy, touched by something that did not belong. His lantern light crawled across basalt walls and the fallen bodies of cultists. Their last shouts — “Imperium!” and “Defend the Jaba‑Sutra!” — still echoed…