(A/N):
Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
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Bhulokh...[1]
High above the sky—The storm had ended.
But something 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.
