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, a giant of a man with a child’s heart, drove Gajantak , a colossal siege-turtle of stone and steam engines. Gajantak could crush walls, but it moved at the pace of a landslide—and thought even slower.

They did not outrun the Echo Horde. They absorbed it. The ghosts passed through them, but instead of breaking them, the three riders laughed—a strange, three-toned laugh—and the echoes shattered into harmless light.

Three were chosen.

At the heart of the Labyrinth stood the Confluence Throne, empty. The three riders stepped off their Vahan—which now breathed as one, their energies intertwined. Agni’s fire warmed Nabhachari’s fabric. Gajantak’s steam filled its sails. They were no longer three beasts, but one being: , the Confluence incarnate.

, a scarred young outcast, rode Agni , a Dhwaja Horse—half flesh, half brass, its mane a cascade of burning oil. Agni was prideful, fast, and prone to rage. It had thrown three riders before Rohan. vahan samanvay

, a silent temple dancer turned pilot, commanded Nabhachari , a Sky-Serpent of living kite-fabric and hollowed bamboo. Nabhachari glided on wind currents and fed on starlight. It had never touched the ground.

The second hour brought the Echo Horde—spectral racers from failed Confluences past. They screeched, hurling illusions of failure and fear. Rohan saw his father’s disappointed face. Meera saw her temple burning. Bheem saw himself alone, weeping. , a giant of a man with a

They landed on the far side, skidding, burning, bleeding. Gajantak lost a wheel. Agni lost its brass shin guard. Nabhachari tore a sail. But they were across.