Chapter 76: Chapter 74: I Am Devara... I Am Narashima...
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Bhulokh...1
High above the sky—The storm had ended.
But sothing else lingered.
On the deck of the Pushpaka—Devara floated.
Not falling down. Or Not rising further.
Suspended in the middle.
His body had changed.
Golden mane flowing like quiet fire.
A tail flicking once showing it was still alive—Then still.
His face—No longer fully human.
Yet not fully divine yet still in the midset of transformation.
And despite the power coiled within him—He looked... Peaceful like he was sleeping.
Like a lion at rest.
Unaware—Of the world below.
Below—The battlefield told a different story.
The Vasuki Astra which was released by Devara earlier raged.
A living storm moving around the battlefield.
Unstoppable. It crushed ranks like they were insects.
Tore through formations not minding about the lives in its way.
And yet—It judged around.
Those who dropped their weapons giving up—Who surrendered—Were spared from being killed.
The serpent passed them by acknowledged their surrendering.
But those who resisted—Were erased by the serpent.
A terrifying rcy.
Even Rakshasas began to falter seeing the power of this astra which they understood was not a normal Nagastra1 but sothing more powerful.
Because this was not just destruction.
It was selective annihilation of those who were hostile to its caster.
At the edges—The leaders had already done their part.
Bhishma, Drona, Ashwatthama, Karna, Dhritarashtra, Vidura and King Subala and his son were already done their part.
Had secured the battlefield.
Encircled. Contained the camps of their enemy Madura.
Only one piece of battlefield is remained.
King Kamsa.
But even he—Had not stood still.
He drew his bow. Chanted. Finally getting the ti he needed since the vasuki astra was concentrating on his army now.
And released—Garudastra.1
A massive eagle of yogic energy ford—Diving toward the Huge serpent.
It struck the huge serpent—But did not destroy.
Instead—The serpent grew angrier.
-HISSSSS!!!
It tore through the eagle—Shattering it.
Showing the garudrastra as been failed.
Kamsa clicked his tongue seeing this.
-Tch.
"...."
So he decided one garudrastra can’t stop it then he would use more than one garudrastra.
So he drew the string of his bow.
More chants followed. More astra were released it was none other than.
More Garudastra.
Dozens of eagle constructs filled the sky—Swarming the serpent—Attacking it—Relentless over powering it with their numbers.
This ti—The tide shifted.
The serpent was pressed finally.
Forced to fend for itself. And at last Overwheld by the numbers of Eagle constructs which were targeting it.
And finally—It vanished as the vasukiastra was neutralized.
Dispersed into fading green light.
The battlefield—Fell silent after the vasuki astra was neutralized.
No roar. No clash.
Only the wind. And the aftermath left behind by it.
For the first ti—Since Devara ascended to the sky—The center stood empty.
And all eyes—Turned to one man.
King Kamsa
Kamsa stood alone—Freed. Unbroken. Unrepentant.
And he roared as he face faced the sky.
"I will kill every one of you!"
His voice tore across the battlefield.
"I will take them back!"
His eyes burned in raged of being played like this.
"Devaki... Vasudeva... And that child—I will crush it myself!"
The words didn’t just echo.
They struck the place where it should be.
Across the battlefield. Across the sky.
Into the Maya screen which was summoned by Goddess Ganga.
Gandhara Kingdom...
Inside the palace—Devaki went pale hearing her brother’s declaration.
Her arms tightened instinctively—Wrapping around her child who was being targeted by her brother Kamsa.
As if she could shield fate itself if it had the sa fate as her other kids planned to him.
Beside her—Vasudeva stood rigid. His jaw clenched.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because this—Was no longer threat.
It was intent behind those words.
And above—That roar of Kamsa didn’t fade.
It traveled. Carried through the sky—As a sound waves.
Reaching—The Pushpaka Vimana which was floating in the sky.
Where Devara was floating in the air. Still. Transformation as finally completed.
The sound waves reached him . Not as words.
As challenge to the promise Devara had gave to Devaki. As defiance of standing against him.
As sothing—That demanded an answer what he will do since his enemy had made sure to remind him about his stance and what he will do.
His mane shifted. Softly. Indicating he had heard what Kamsa had said.
Then—His eyes opened. White as the pupils were missing.
Unfocused. Indicates that he was Not fully conscious.
But not asleep either.
A state between. His body moved.
Slowly rising—From floating position—To standing position.
Then—Descended slowly.
Feet touching nothing—Yet grounding itself in will alone.
His gaze fell downward.
Through the floor. Through the clouds. Through the distance.
Through the war.
And found—Kamsa
The one who roared challenging him. The one who threatened the safety of soone who he had promised to protect.
The one who—Had crossed the line with his words.
Sothing inside Devara—Answered.
Not thought. Not logic. Instinct of the avatar he was currently transford to.
Feeling of Judgent needed to be delivered by him personally.
"...."
And then after a slight pause of silent—He roared in rage.
"-ROOOOOAAAAARR!!!"
A lion’s roar. Which is very Raw. Ancient.
Unforgiving from the way it echoed around.
It tore through the sky.
Not as sound—A force which moved through the sky.
Birds scattered around from the forests all around the Bhulokh1. Animals froze sensing that their instincts were telling them to bow at the particular location where they just heard the roar.
Sages—Deep in ditation—Opened their eyes in shock as they looked at the direction from where it ca from.
Sa thing happened all around.
Across the forests. Across the mountains. Across the distant lands.
Because they recognized it.
Not the sound. The presence.
And was confused why would lord Narashima would descend now.
Back on the battlefield—Silence fell again.
"...."
"...."
"...."
But this ti—It wasn’t fear of Kamsa. It was sothing else.
Sothing far more primal.
Because now—The one who had saved the world just a mont ago—Had awakened.
Not as Devara.
But as sothing—That did not forgive.
The roar did not fade. It spread.
Across the battlefield—Across the sky—Across the very bones of the earth.
Then—The heavens answered the roar.
The sky darkened as the clouds started to gathered around like a storm was about to descend from the sky.
Rain began to fall.
Not gentle. Heavy. Pouring out
As if the world itself prepared—To wash away what was about to happen.
Then—A streak ca tore through the sky and fell.
From the heavens—To the earth.
-SWISH.
He descended like Asteroid. And landed on the ground.
-BAMMMM!!!
The ground shattered. Cracks spread outward from the impact.
Dust rose—Like the earth itself had exhaled in fear.
Every soldier—Every warrior—Every creature—Stopped by this commotion.
Because all of their instinct—Scread.
Kneel.
And as the dust settled—They saw him.
Which made everyone’s face turn pale as they instinctively took a step back.
Lord Narasimha
Standing physically before them.
Not a vision. Not a myth.
Real. Present. Terrifying aura radiating from him.
Shock rippled through both armies.
"...."
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So dropped their weapons to the ground.
Others froze mid-breath they couldn’t even bring themself to breath in the presence of such a exsitance.
But one man—Looked closer from distance.
Bhishma His eyes narrowed.
The form was divine. And undoubtedly Lord Narashima.
But the garnts—The aura of familiarity he was feeling from it—
"...Devara..."
The realization struck him like a silent thunder.
But before he could speak—Before anyone could react—The roar ca again.
"-ROOOAARR!!!"
Louder. And Closer.
And the ground trembled beneath him.
Then—Devara vanished from the place he was standing. He he was not there.
One would believe it if there is no cracks on the landing site of the ground.
No blur showing he was moving quickly. No trace.
Gone.
A soldier—From Kamsa’s side—Looked around in panic.
"...."
His grip tightened on his sword—His breath quickened as his heart started to beat quickly—
And then—He felt nothing.
For a mont—He thought he was still standing.
Then—He saw it. His own body. Still holding the sword.
Headless. Falling to the ground.
His head hit the ground. And rolled.
-Thud.
Finally realization hit the solider who died next mont.
"...."
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"...."
Silence only lasted—One heartbeat.
Then—It began all around the battlefield where kamsa’s army was presnet.
Bodies lifted in the air.
Torn. Split before screams could form.
Limbs scattered. Armor shattered.
Blood were being—Mixed with rain.
Falling—Like crimson droplets from the sky.
No one saw him.
But everyone understood he was the one tearing through them.
They only saw—The result through their eyes which couldn’t keep up with the monts of Devara.
Death before realization. Fast. Precise.
Unavoidable no matter how they tried.
Where he moved—Nothing remained. Not even ti to react. Not even ti to fear.
And at the center of it—A presence moved—Not as a warrior. Not as a king.
But as sothing far older. Sothing that did not tolerate the injustice around.
And the battlefield—Beca his domain.
Rain fell harder—But it could not wash away what was happening.
Devara did not fight like a warrior. He hunted like a lion.
Claws flashed—Not with technique—But with inevitability which will end severals life in a single swing.
Bodies fell apart before resistance could form.
Armor ant nothing to stop those sharp claws.
Weapons ant nothing if they couldn’t be used to strike.
Only proximity mattered.
Because if he reached you—You were already gone.
Across the battlefield—Fear replaced formation that couldn’t stop the death coming their way.
Even seasoned warriors stepped back in panic.
Because this—Was no longer war. This was judgnt in motion carried out since they seems to be angered the god.
And at its center—Kamsa finally roared back seeing how brutally his remaining armies were being murdered.
"STOP HIDING!"
His voice cracked through the chaos.
"If you have the courage—FACE !"
For a mont—There was nothing before him.
No movent. No presence.
Just red rain of his solider’s blood.
Then—He blinked his eye. And everything changed.
-Blink!
"...."
Lord Narashima1 was there.
Face to face. Too close to him. Too sudden which send shiver down his spine. The lion’s breath—Hot. Heavy.
"-Grr!!!"
The rumble in his chest—Not sound—A warning of a predator before launching its attack.
Kamsa’s eyes widened caught off guard. Instinct took over him.
"...."
He drew his bow—Yogic Energy surged through the drawn string spiralling forming astra—A mantra began—But he was too slow.
The right claw of Devara rose. And ca down—
-CRASH!
The bow shattered by it. The string snapped. The forming astra—Collapsed into nothing.
Kamsa was thrown back—Crashing to the ground.
-BAM!
"...."
A claw mark burned across his face—Deep. As blood ca from it. Yet...
The claw hadn’t even touched him. He was sure of it.
But even then the attack reached him.
That’s when fear truly arrived. Not pain. Not defeat.
But realization of how ssed up his situation is.
"This... this is—"
His voice faltered looking at the half lion and half man before him.
"...a god..."
His breath hitched.
"Why... why interfere... In mortal wars? I have no enmity with you!"
For the first ti—Kamsa sounded... Small. And confused.
The figure before him did not answer imdiately.
"...."
The mane shifted as the breeze passed over Devara.
The claws flexed putting terror in Kamsa’s heart.
Then—Both hands opened as if he was about to declare.
And a voice erged.
Not fully human. But divine and majestic.
Which gave him a aura don’t ss with
if you don’t want to be torn apart.
"I am Devara..."
The words echoed. Heavy.
"I am—"
A pause. The air tightened.
"Narasimha."
Narasimha
The battlefield froze hearing the declaration.
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Even rain seed to hesitate. Because this—Was not a taphor.
Not a claim. A declaration of who he currently was.
Shock rippled outward.
Bhishma, Drona, Ashwatthama, Karna, Dhritarashtra, Vidura, King Subala, And his sons
All stilled hearing the declaration.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because they understood—What that ant.
But no one felt it more—Than the man on the ground.
Kamsa.
His face drained of color.
"...."
His body moved back—Instinctively. Not strategy.
Fear took over him.
Because standing before him—Was not just the man he fought.
But the embodint—Of sothing that did not forgive tyranny.
And for the first ti in his life—Kamsa
Felt it. Not anger. Not defiance. But fear of being torn apart before the world.
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