Chapter 75: Chapter 73: Reaction From Gandhara... Reaction Of Trimurtis...
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anwhile at Gandhara Kingdom...
Royal Palace...
Inside the royal palace of Gandhara—The air felt... suspended.
Festivity had faded.
Now—Only waiting remained.
Rajmata Satyavati stood still for a mont—Her composure steady any one who saw her could tell.
But her eyes—Spoke otherwise.
"...Is there a way... Goddess Ganga"
She asked softly,
"...to see the battlefield?"
Her voice carried sothing rare—Not authority of a Rajmata she always carried.
Concern on her face tells another story.
Goddess Ganga looked at her.
And understood. Not as a goddess. As a mother.
While Bhudevi too understood and gave a nod to Goddess Ganga.
She raised her hand. And the air before them shimred.
A veil parted.
A Maya1 Screen ford through which they could view what was happening at the battlefield.
The battlefield appeared on the screen.
Clear. Alive. Imdiate.
The gathered won leaned forward to see what was happening.
Gandhari—Who had held her silence before—Now couldn’t contain herself as he was the first one to arrive before the maya screen to take a look.
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Her eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the views before her.
She didn’t speak.
But her entire being leaned toward the image.
Beside her—Madri
Watched anxiously. Searching through the screen. For one face.
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Crown Prince Dhritarashtra who was her husband.
And when she saw him—Still standing—Still fighting—A quiet breath escaped her.
Relief washed over her as she saw her husband was still safe and fighting well.
While Queen mothers Ambika and Ambalika
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Watched closely. Not blinking. Praying for Dhritarashtra’s safety.
Because every mont—Could change everything which was happening.
And then—They saw it all the scene where Devara propose a way out..
Devara’s strategy.
The Sarpa-Jaal Vyuha unfolding.
Small units moving like threads—Cutting the enemy coordination—Surrounding the enemy—Breaking the enemy through their offence.
They saw him.
Devara—Moving like inevitability through the enemies ranks.
Rakshasas falling one after another not even slowing him down.
Even the fast one—Cut down without hesitation.
Gandhari’s fingers tightened slightly.
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Her face was filled with Pride—And worry which—Intertwined together.
Then—A mont that froze them.
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King Subala falling and losing in his battle against the Bat Rakshasa.
Followed by—Dhritarashtra who stepping in to save him.
The fight between the two were showed in the Maya screen.
Which was very bloody but at last...
And crushing the winged Rakshasa to death just using his raw strength.
Madri’s eyes softened as she felt proud of her husband who was showcasing his bravery.
"...He’s safe..."
A whisper.
anwhile on Bhishma’s side—A storm of arrows were being released from him which was devouring the enemies ranks.
Karna—Unstoppable in his way. Radiant which his enemies couldn’t take their eyes off him while he battles.
anwhile...
Drona and Ashwatthama—The father and son duo were having fun of their own.
A blade through chaos as both were dismantling the enemies ranks on their way.
Watching this—Kripi finally exhaled. A sigh. Small. But heavy even through she knew both were strong but making sure they were safe made her mind little lighter.
Because until now—Every second had been a question.
The room softened slightly.
Hope of how their loved one were performing in the war. Confidence in their strength got boosted up.
Relief could be seen on their face.
For a mont—They believed this battle was a one side battle where their loved ones will win it easily.
That everything was under control.
That their warriors—Their sons—Their husbands—Would return safe and sound.
The Maya screen rippled—Then sharpened as the scene changed.
What it showed next—Was not strategy. It was fear which send a shiver down their spines.
King Kamsa of Madura
Moved like destruction itself through the Gaja army facing the combined forces of hastinapur and Gandhara Gaja armies.
His mace fell as he swung with power—Once—And an elephant’s skull shattered as soon as the attack landed on its fore head.
Not cracked. Broken completely.
The massive body collapsed—As if life had been erased in an instant.
Inside the palace—The won flinched seeing the horrifying scene before them.
The real terror of their enemy who could kill a powerful War elephant in a single swing of his mace.
So gasped looking at each other seeing the panic in their eyes.
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Others turned away—Unable to watch as the brutal killing followed using mace.
Because this was no longer war.
This was brutality where one would question the sanity of the one responsible for it.
At the edge of the gathering—Devaki and Vasudeva
Stood in silence.
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They did not react loudly. They didn’t need to.
Their eyes alone carried the weight.
Because they knew—Better than anyone—What Kamsa truly was through what they saw.
Then—The screen shifted.
Devara arrived at the middle of the enemy army where Kamsa was currently present.
Having already carved his path through death along with the army followed him—Even taking the chariot of a fallen Rakshasa general.
And then—The clash began.
At first—the fight was Balanced.
Steel eting strength. Skill against fury.
But slowly—The tide turned as it beco bloody fight.
Which made eveyone who was watching not to blink as if afraid of missing what will happen next in worry.
Devara pressed forward as his movent beco faster and faster.
Kamsa—Forced to respond. Forced to adapt.
To the increased strength which Devara was gaining through the middle of battle.
Kamsa whistled seeing he was going to loose—And the war elephant which was his mount charged straight at Devara.
Only to be stopped by Devara who was showcasing his strength.
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Held in his hand.
Lifted above his head as the elephant struggled and fainted due to the sudden shift in montum.
The room fell silent.
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Because what they saw—Was beyond reason.
Even the strongest among them—Had not witnessed such raw strength.
But the silence did not last.
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Because the sky darkened by what Kamsa was currently doing.
Kamsa began chanting as he drew the string of his bow.
The mont—Changed.
The Brahmastra was the one he summoned trying to destroy Devara along with his allied forces and the nations standing behind him.
Answered by—The Pashupatastra summoned by Devara.
Even those watching through the maya screen or those around the battlefield—Felt it.
A chill.
A dread that did not belong to mortals.
The sky—Shifted color by the two ancient forces colliding with each other.
Gray. Green. Red. Which shows how powerful the two astra’s which were facing each others.
Then—Impact occurred.
And from that collision—A black hole was born from it.
The room froze seeing this.
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No one spoke. No one breathed.
Because even without understanding what that black ball was—They knew one thing.
This—Was wrong. Very very wrong.
This—Should not exist was what the thought on everyone’s mind.
anwhile, Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi
Stiffened seeing the black hole.
Their expressions—No longer calm. No longer composed.
But Grim worrying what might happen next.
Because they understood fully—What others only felt.
If that remained and started to get stronger—The Bhulokh itself—Would not survive. Countless innocents will die.
The Maya screen flickered faintly.
As if even it had been affected by this—Struggled to contain what it showed.
And in that silent hall—Hope faltered looking at the two goddesses whose face were now masked with worry.
By this all of them understood one thing that they were in grave danger.
Because the war—Had just crossed into sothing far beyond victory or defeat.
The Maya screen trembled—Like even illusion struggled to hold what it showed.
Then—It revealed the truth.
Devara—Choosing. Not to fight with Kamsa.
But to contain the anomaly which is the result of their fight.
As he released his Vasuki Astra coiled across the battlefield—
Relentless—Keeping Kamsa occupied.
While above—Devara rose.
On the Pushpaka Vimana. Toward the impossible.
Inside the hall—Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi.
Changed. Not subtly. Completely to pale.
Because they understood—Before anyone else.
"He’s going to absorb it..."
Bhudevi whispered in panic.
A goddess. Sounding... afraid.
"He’s a mortal..."
Goddess Ganga said quietly.
"And even gods would hesitate."
The weight of those words—Crushed the room.
Because this was no longer bravery.
This was risk beyond survival.
Then—They saw it. They need to stop him.
But before they could move the screen before them changed showing the another scene.
Where Devara was already ca in contact with the Black hole.
The third eye. Bursting open on his forehead.
Dragging the black hole toward him.
Shrinking its size.
At a cost. His body—Strained beyond limit.
Veins bulging all over its body. Blood flowing.
A scream—That no one there could hear—Yet all of them felt.
Gandhari seeing her husband suffering like this
Broke. Tears fell instantly.
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She stepped forward—As if she could reach through the illusion.
"No... no..."
Her voice trembled. Her mother held her feeling the pain in her daughter’s voice.
But even comfort felt hollow now.
Because what they were watching—Was not sothing anyone could stop.
Rajmata Satyavati stepped forward clearly worried about Devara’s condition.
"Do sothing."
Not a command. A plea.
Ambika and Ambalika followed after their mother in law.
Echoed it.
"Can’t you help him? Rajmata."
Ganga’s silence answered first showing her helplessness.
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Then Goddess Bhudevi explained the reason behind.
"...We can’t."
The words felt heavier than the war itself.
"If I move recklessly..."
Bhudevi whispered in helplessness she was feeling currently,
"...Bhulok itself may suffer. And stopping him now..."
Ganga added,
"...could make it worse."
A bitter truth.
They were goddesses—Yet in this mont—Powerless.
To stop their son in ti before he had already ca in contact with Black hole.
Regret flashed through both of them.
’We should have stopped him earlier...’
But now—There was no earlier. Only now.
And then—It ended as they watched the painful process.
Which Devara needed to endure.
The black hole—Vanished. Pulled into him.
While Devara fell to the floor. Unconscious.
The hall went silent.
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No relief. Only fear of is he okay now.
Because what ca next—Was not calm.
While they were worried about him
Devara’s body—Lifted into the air were witnessed by them in shock as if miracle is about to happen.
His body began to Change visible to everyone’s eyes.
Hair turning gold. Form shifting.
Sothing else—Erging from his body.
No one spoke. No one understood.
Everyone’s eyes was on the screen.
Because what they were witnessing—Was not healing. Not recovery.
But transformation which was taking place before them which left them shocked and stunned.
anwhile...
Beneath the sa ancient banyan—Where laughter had once drifted like soft wind—
Now...
Silence ruled.
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Lord Brahma, Lord Vishnu, Lord Shiva
Sat together. Not as trimurties. As... watchers.
And this ti—Even they did not speak imdiately.
Because what unfolded above—Was not simple.
It was danger layered over sacrifice.
Beside them—
Godddess Lakshmi, Goddess Parvati, Goddess Saraswati
Watched with tightened expressions.
No pride now. Only concern for their son who was suffering.
Further aside—Ganesha and Kartikeya
Stood silent watching their brothers suffering.
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Even their playful nature—Gone.
Their sisters—Who once curious to et their brother—Now saw him...
Changing.
And did not know how to stop his suffering.
Above—Devara floated.
Becoming sothing—Even the heavens recognized.
A fragnt. Of Lord Narasimha’s variant.
And that—Was the problem.
Because trimurtis all knew the story.
The rage.
The mont when even victory—Had not cald him.
And it had taken Lord Sharabha
To stop that fury.
Now—A fraction of that sa force—rged in Devara.
Who was currently Unconscious. Uncontrolled.
Shiva exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
"...If he awakens like this..."
He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.
Lord Vishnu watched quietly. Eyes deep. Unmoving as he looked at his son.
Because this—Was his avatar’s essence.
And yet—It was not ant to co out like this.
Not incomplete. Not without balance.
Brahma finally spoke.
"The balance has already been disturbed once."
A pause.
"If it breaks again..."
The weight settled. Across all of them.
Because they knew—They might have to step in.
Not against an enemy. But against their own son.
To save him.
Or...
To stop him.
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