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The clash had turned brutal.
No longer a test. No longer symbolic.
Blood marked the earth.
Breaths grew heavier.
And fear—Spread quietly among those watching.
Satyavati could no longer stand still.
"...."
She moved swiftly—Toward Ganga
"Please…"
Her voice trembled.
"Stop this. If this continues …there may be consequences we cannot undo."
Behind her—Vidura stepped forward.
Calm—but tense.
Pandu followed. Fists clenched feeling helplessness about this fight.
And Dhritarashtra stood still—Listening. Feeling.
"Mother… This has gone far enough."
Not far away—Ambika and Ambalika
Turned to their elder sister.
"Sister… please…"
"Stop this before it becomes something worse…"
Their voices cracked.
Because they knew—Once this crossed a line—There would be no return.
But Amba did not answer.
"...."
Her eyes remained fixed—On the battlefield.
Where Devara—Had just risen again after being kicked by Bhishma.
Inside her—Something broke.
Because she could see it clearly now.
Devara was struggling
Bhishma was still in control
The gap… was real in between them especially their experience.
'…Why… Why is this happening…'
Her fists clenched. Frustration rising in her chest.
Her mind drifted—To a frozen cliff. To years of tapas. To that moment—
When Lord Shiva appeared before her answering her Tapas.
His words echoed around after she told what she wants.
"Even if he dies …emptiness will follow."
She had been shocked then back at Kuru palace.
Because now—A child had said the same.
Her gaze snapped back to the present.
To Bhishma—Dominating. Controlling.
And anger surged again.
'Then why… why is he still winning?'
Behind them—Ganga finally spoke. Her voice—Calm. But heavy.
"No."
The single word echoed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Satyavati froze hearing her refusal.
"This… must happen."
Her eyes moved—Between her two sons.
"The duty of correcting him…"
A pause.
"…has been entrusted to Devara."
There was sorrow in her voice. Not regret—But understanding.
"There is meaning in this. Even if we do not yet see it."
Beside her—Goddess Bhudevi stood quietly.
"...."
Watching. Trusting.
Because she knew—Her son would not fall.
Even through he seems to be struggling.
Ganga closed her eyes briefly.
Then spoke softly—
"They will both be fine."
Meanwhile...
Mount Kailash...
Goddess Parvati's Garden...
The garden shimmered with impossible beauty—Flowers that glowed softly.
Streams that hummed like lullabies.
And in the middle of it—Two brothers.
Ganesha folded his arms dramatically.
"You forgot me."
Across from him—Kartikeya raised an eyebrow.
"I visit—"
"Rarely."
Ganesha cut him off.
"After marriage, everything becomes rare."
Behind him—A tiny echo:
-Squeaks! -Squeaks!
-Squeaks!...
Moshak[1] squeaks dramatically in agreement.
Ganesha puffed his chest and proud.
"Single life is peaceful. Balanced. Perfect."
Kartikeya's lips curved slightly hearing his brother's declaration.
"You should try marriage."
Ganesha's trunk swung left. Then right.
After hearing his brothers words. Like a royal decree being issued.
"Never."
Kartikeya leaned in slightly with a smirk.
-Smirk!
"Sounds like something someone scared would say."
Ganesha froze hearing her brother's words.
"...."
"...."
Moshak froze too.
"I am not scared. I am… strategically independent."
Then—A voice cut through the garden.
Loud. Excited.
"Hit him there—!"
Another voice—
"No no, watch the footing!"
And another—
"Oh this is getting interesting! He got the first blood."
Both brothers froze hearing the voices one after another.
"...."
"...."
Slowly turned.
There—Stood three goddesses:
Goddess Parvati
Goddess Lakshmi
Goddess Saraswati
Not calm.Not composed.
But—Fully invested into something.
Startled—Kartikeya's grip loosened.
His Vel tilted slightly—
POKE.
Ganesha froze by the sudden hit.
Then—
"OUCH—!"
He jumped in reflex. Spun. Clutched his back. He pointed at his brother with wide eyes.
"YOU STABBED ME!"
Kartikeya raised both hands.
"Accident!"
Ganesha narrowed his eyes.
"...."
"...."
Moshak narrowed his eyes too.
"You will pay for this."
Kartikeya mouthed silently—
"Sorry."
But the chaos faded quickly.
Because something else—Was far more interesting.
Both brothers turned—Toward the three goddesses.
Who were still—Very intensely watching something.
Ganesha tilted his head.
"…What are you watching mother?"
Parvati didn't even turn.
"Shhh."
Lakshmi leaned forward slightly.
"It's getting to the good part."
Saraswati added calmly—
"Observe carefully."
The air shimmered.
A divine projection formed.
And within it—The battlefield.
The river. The clash of brother.
Devara. And Bhishma.
Ganesha's eyes widened slightly.
"That's a kid."
Kartikeya leaned closer.
"…That kid is fighting Bhishma?"
Moshak fainted dramatically seeing the bloody face.
"...."
The divine projection still shimmered—The riverbank. The clash. The child.
But suddenly—Everything shifted.
Parvati turned sharply. So did Lakshmi and Saraswati
"...."
"...."
"...."
Their playful expressions—Gone.
Replaced with something serious.
Ancient.
"You must not tell anyone what you see."
The tone—Left no room for questions.
Ganesha blinked hearing their words.
-Blink!
"...."
Kartikeya frowned slightly.
-Frown!
"...."
Because this—Was not normal.
Why such secrecy? Why such weight?
Then—Ganesha leaned closer.
Eyes narrowing.
His divine sight activated—Scanning. Reading.
"...."
And then—He froze.
"Impossible—!"
His voice echoed across the garden.
Kartikeya immediately checked his Vel—Carefully adjusting it away from his brother this time.
"…What now?"
But Ganesha didn't answer him.
"...."
His eyes were locked—On Devara.
Slowly—He turned to his mother.
"…Why can't I see him?"
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even the wind paused.
"My drishti[2]… doesn't show anything about him."
Parvati closed her eyes briefly. A soft sigh escaped her.
-Sigh!
"Because…"
She opened them.
"…it is blocked."
A pause.
"…by the Trimurti[3]."
Even Kailash felt that.
Kartikeya straightened hearing his mothers words.
"Blocked…? By them?"
Confusion turned into seriousness.
"Why would they do that?"
Parvati looked at both her sons.
No hesitation now. No more concealment.
"Because…"
A pause.
"…that child…"
Her gaze softened—Just slightly taking a breath.
"…is your younger brother."
Silence. Absolute.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Ganesha froze. Mid-thought.
Kartikeya froze. Mid-breath.
Even Moshak—Who had dramatically fainted earlier—Now had his spirit halfway out of his body.
"…What?"
Ganesha blinked. Once. Twice.
-Blink! -Blink!
"We… have a brother?"
Kartikeya narrowed his eyes—Looking back at the projection.
This time—Not as a spectator. But as—Family.
The fight on the riverbank—Changed meaning instantly.
Not a child. Not a warrior.
But—their blood.
He looked back at Parvati.
"…You're telling me mother…"
"…that kid…"
"…is fighting Bhishma…"
"…and no one told us?"
Each questions couldn't be finished by the another question rising in his mind.
Kartikeya crossed his arms. Eyes still fixed on Devara.
"…He's holding his ground. …Not bad."
He decided to asks full details from his mother after this fight finishes.
Since he was their brother he has the rights to know.
Why was his identity hidden? Why was he living with humans? Why was their divine vision is blocked? What's the purpose in it?
Behind them—Moshak's spirit fully exited.
Then slowly returned back into his body.
'…I was not ready for this information…'
Bhu-Lok.[4]..
Hastinapur, Ganga River Banks...
They collided again.
No pause. No mercy.
Devara lunged low—A harsh tackle aimed at Bhishma's legs.
But Bhishma read it.
"...."
Stepped aside. Clean. Avoiding the tackle.
In the same breath—Both struck.
-CRACK!!!
Fists met cheeks.
Bhishma staggered back.
Two steps.
"...."
"...."
Devara held his ground—But the force dragged him farther.
His feet carved through soil—Until—He hit the soft edge of the Ganga.
Bhishma didn't wait.
He surged forward—Swinging his fist.
Devara ducked sensing the danger.
"...."
And countered. A punch—Driven into Bhishma's ribs.
Full strength. No hesitation.
-BAM!!!
Bhishma felt it. Not overwhelming.
But—Different.
'…He's learning.'
Bhishma clasped both hands together—Raised them high—And brought them down.
-THUD.
The strike hit Devara's back.
His body collapsed forward—Face hitting the ground.
Bhishma grabbed him—Lifted him—Threw him.
Devara hit the ground—Rolled. Struggled.
"...."
Got up. Barely.
Bhishma closed in again—Driving a knee toward Devara's stomach.
Devara blocked. Hands shaking.
He pushed—Creating space.
For a second.
But Bhishma moved faster. In a blink—He was behind Devara.
Arms locked around his head.
A tight—Headlock.
"...."
Grip tightened even further intending to knock him unconscious and end the battle.
Devara's breathing—Broke.
Air refused to enter.
Vision blurred as he struggled.
His eyes searched—Across the battlefield:
Satyavati, Ganga, Bhudevi — worried look on their face,
Vidura — tense seeing how intense the battle has turned to,
Pandu explained to his brother Dhritarashtra both of them — clenched fists,
Amba — conflicted, pained look on her face as she was looking at the loosing battle.
Everything blurred after that as he couldn't breath.
Darkness crept in wanted to take him to sleep.
But then—Pain. Sharp. Sudden.
His nails dug into his palm.
Blood came out. And with it—Clarity.
In that instant—Devara activated it.
Hanuman's Size Control. Again.
His body shrank. Rapidly. Smaller. Smaller.
Until—He was no bigger than an inch.
Bhishma's grip—Closed on nothing.
"...."
For the first time—He was caught off guard completely.
Devara moved instantly.
Using Bhishma's own arm guard—He leapt.
Flipped. Mid-air—And expanded again.
Back to his earlier size.
Momentum carried him forward.
His fist—Shot out.
-CRACK.
It connected. Clean. Right on Bhishma's cheek.
For the first time—Bhishma spun.
His body lifted—Turned—And hit the ground.
-Thud.
The world stopped.
Because of the moment it was witnessing.
Devara landed too.
"..."
Breathing heavily. Chest rising sharply.
Body trembling. But standing.
Everyone saw it.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Couldn't believe their eyes of what they were witnessing.
Bhishma is down.
Not just a fight anymore. Not just resistance.
This—Was a turning point.
Devara saw it—That single opening.
And he took it. He don't want to waste it.
No hesitation. No doubt.
His body surged again—Growing. Larger.
Now towering—Twice his previous height.
The ground trembled beneath his step.
-THUD. -THUD.
"...."
"...."
"...."
He leapt. Higher into the air
And came down with the momentum—Knee first.
-BOOM!!!
It struck Bhishma's chest.
"...."
-WHOOSHHH!!!
A shockwave rippled through the earth.
Bhishma's body arched—And blood spilled from his lips.
Devara didn't move away.
He held him down.
Time—Started ticking.
10 seconds… 20… 30…
The crowd didn't breathe.
"...."
"...."
"...."
40… 50…
Just ten more to end the battle.
Bhishma's eyes snapped open.
"...."
A faint—blue aura leaked from him.
His arms moved. Slowly.
But with terrifying strength.
He began pushing—Against Devara's knee.
Even at that size—Devara felt it.
"...."
Devara reacted instantly not wanting to Bhishma to get up.
Punch. Punch. Punch.
Rain of blows. Blood splattered. From Bhishma's face.
But Bhishma—Didn't flinch. Didn't care. Didn't block the punches.
His eyes remained locked.
Unyielding.
With a sudden surge—He lifted Devara's knee.
His hand struck—Backhand—To Devara's cheeks
-CRACK.
Devara staggered sideways. Cursing internally not again.
"...."
The hold—Broken.
Bhishma rose immediatly. Almost free.
Almost—
A voice cut through everything.
Lord Parashurama
"Enough."
Silence fell instantly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"The battle is over."
Bhishma froze. Mid-motion. Hearing his Guru's[5] announcement.
The entire world paused.
Parashurama stepped forward.
His gaze moved between them.
Then—He declared which resonated around the river banks which everyone heard.
"The winner…"
A pause as he looked at Devara who was lying in the ground as he was breathing heavily.
"…is Devaratha."
The riverbank erupted—Not in sound—But in disbelief.
Because the impossible—Had just happened.
Bhishma stood there.
Silent.
"...."
For the first time—He had lost. Not by war. Not by fate.
But—In front of everyone. His family.
His very kingdom he chosen to serve as a protector.
Before several sages, nobles, kings, royal guests from several kingdoms he had lost.
Inside Devara's mind—
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
🎯 [Task Completed...]
[Defeated Bhishma
➤ +350 Karma Points First defeat inflicted
➤ +100 Karma Points For Challenging him.]
🌊 [New Acquisition...]
[Astra Obtained: "Jaladhara Astra"
A divine water-based astra born of Ganga's essence
• Can bind opponents like flowing currents
• Overwhelms through pressure and continuity
• Strength increases near water bodies.]
🎁 [Bonus Reward...]
[First Astra Acquired.
➤ +300 Karma Points.]
⚖️ [Karma Balance Updated...]
[Total increased… 100+350+300 = 750 Karma Points...]
Devara lay on the ground. Breathing heavily.
"...."
Body aching.
But—He smiled faintly. Because he had done it.
Amba stood frozen.
"...."
Not triumphant. Not satisfied.
But—Quiet.
Because this—Was not revenge. But something else.
For a moment—No one moved. No one spoke.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—Bhishma slowly dropped to one knee.
Breathing heavy.
The weight of defeat—Settling in.
It was bitter. Sharp. And yet…
As his eyes lifted—Toward Devara—There was something else.
Pride.
The stillness broke.
Goddess Bhudevi stepped forward—Kneeling beside Devara.
"...."
A cloth appeared in her hand.
She gently wiped the blood from his wounds.
Careful. Tender.
Nearby—Goddess Ganga stood before Bhishma.
Her expression—Serious.
"You lost him."
Bhishma looked up hearing his mother's words.
"...."
"The real Devavrata."
Her voice wasn't harsh. But it carried weight.
"The one who once stood for justice… without pride."
A pause.
"Find him again."
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Bhishma lowered his head slightly.
For the first time—Not in defeat. But in reflection of his actions.
Ganga turned to Devara. Her gaze softened.
"Are you hurt?"
Devara smiled. Simple. Carefree.
"I'm fine."
And stood up.
Then—He turned. To Amba
Still frozen. Still processing of what has just happened.
"...."
And suddenly—Tears fell.
Not slowly. Not gently.
But like something finally breaking free.
She dropped to her knees. Hands folded.
"Thank you…"
Her voice trembled with each words.
"For giving me …what no one else could."
Her father. Her love. Bhishma. Even Lord Parashurama.
None had given her justice.
But this child—Had.
She looked up. Toward the sky.
"...."
Because she knew—He was watching.
Lord Shiva
A faint lightning flickered.
Her voice steadied. Clear. Certain.
"I ask for my boon. Mahadev![6]"
A pause.
"Not revenge. Not rebirth. But… moksha."
Gasps echoed hearing her decleration.
She continued—
"Release me from this mortal body."
Her eyes shifted to Devara.
"And bind me to him. Let me become his blade. To cut down injustice."
The sky answered for her call.
"Tathāstu.[7]"
A single word. Absolute.
Across the sky as everyone present at the battle site heard it.
Cracks formed across her body.
-Cracks! -Cracks!
Light spilled through them.
Her form began to break—Not in pain.
But in release.
Fragments shattered—Dissolving into radiance.
The light condensed.
Brightened.
And then—Took shape.
Two blades. Twin swords.
Forged from light itself.
They hovered. Before Devara.
Devara stared at the swords. Mind blank.
"...."
Heart racing.
Slowly—He reached out. And held them.
The moment his fingers touched—Something flowed.
Not power. Presence.
A voice. Gentle. Familiar.
"My Lord…"
Devara's eyes widened hearing it.
"...."
Amba.
Not gone. Transformed. Who wanted to be bound to him as his swords.
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[6] Lord Shiva
[7] So be it.