Bhima stepped forward, each footfall echoing like a drumbeat against the charred stones of the Kailasa Temple ruins. The air around him seemed to vibrate with the tension of an impending storm, as if the earth itself anticipated the clash to come. Overhead, dark clouds churned, illuminated by sporadic flashes of lightning.
At the far end of the ruined sanctum stood Pralayakara, his monstrous frame wreathed in flames. His molten skin pulsed with unholy energy, glowing cracks running across his body like rivers of magma. The Mahapralaya Astra hovered behind him, suspended in a web of chaotic energy. It pulsed erratically, casting long, jagged shadows that danced like specters.
“So, the would-be savior dares to confront me again,” Pralayakara rumbled, his voice a deep, volcanic roar. “Have you come to grovel? Or to finally embrace the destruction that you are?”
Bhima’s yantras flared with a bright blue light, their intricate patterns weaving across his body like living energy. His eyes locked onto Pralayakara’s, unyielding and fierce.
“I’ve come to end the chaos you’ve unleashed,” Bhima replied, his voice steady, cutting through the howling winds. “You think destruction is your strength, but you’ve forgotten what gives it purpose. Balance.”
Pralayakara laughed, the sound reverberating like an earthquake. “Balance? A myth for the weak to cling to as their world crumbles. Destruction is the only truth, Bhima! It is the power to reshape, to create anew! And you…” He gestured at Bhima, his molten hand leaving trails of heat in the air. “You will be the first to witness the birth of my new order.”
With a thunderous roar, Pralayakara raised his arms, summoning twin streams of molten fire that erupted from the ground like geysers. The flames surged toward Bhima, carving fiery trenches in their wake.
Bhima stood his ground, his yantras glowing brighter as he raised his arms. With a deep, controlled breath, he summoned his Pralaya form, his body expanding and his blue skin blazing with divine energy. As the flames reached him, he swept his arm in a wide arc, the glow of his yantras forming a protective shield that deflected the fiery onslaught.
The two forces clashed with an earth-shaking explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the temple ruins. Bhima dug his feet into the ground, holding his shield steady as the flames dissipated.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” Bhima growled.
Pralayakara sneered, his molten form shifting as he charged forward with explosive speed. The ground cracked beneath his weight, sending shards of stone flying. Bhima braced himself, his yantras glowing with renewed intensity as he met the charge head-on.
The two titans collided with a deafening impact, their clash releasing a burst of energy that rippled outward, toppling what little remained of the temple walls. Bhima swung his glowing fist, landing a powerful blow on Pralayakara’s chest, but the molten behemoth barely flinched. He retaliated with a devastating backhand strike, sending Bhima skidding across the battlefield.
Regaining his footing, Bhima wiped a trickle of blood from his lip and stared at Pralayakara, who stood amidst the chaos, radiating pure malice. Despite the immense power before him, Bhima’s resolve remained unshaken.
“This isn’t just about strength,” Bhima said, his voice steady. “It’s about understanding what power is for. You think you’re unstoppable because you’ve embraced destruction, but all you’ve done is lose sight of what gives destruction meaning.”
Pralayakara’s eyes narrowed, flames licking at the corners of his molten face. “Spare me your sermons, mortal. Your time is over.”
The Mahapralaya Astra behind Pralayakara pulsed violently, its unstable energy cracking the ground beneath it. Bhima’s gaze flicked to the weapon, understanding its significance. If he could disrupt its energy flow, he could neutralize Pralayakara’s power.
But before he could act, Pralayakara let out a guttural roar and unleashed a torrent of molten energy from his hands, the searing heat warping the air as it surged toward Bhima.
The battlefield roared to life as Pralayakara’s molten energy surged toward Bhima. The waves of heat distorted the air, their fiery tendrils licking hungrily at the ruins of the Kailasa Temple. Bhima stood firm, his yantras blazing with a blue intensity that seemed to slice through the infernal glow.
With a mighty leap, Bhima dodged the molten onslaught, his powerful legs propelling him high into the air. As he descended, he extended his arm, summoning a luminous yantra-shaped shield that slammed into the ground, extinguishing the advancing flames in a burst of radiant energy.
Pralayakara snarled, molten cracks on his skin flaring with rage. “Impressive. But delaying the inevitable will only make your fall more painful!”
Bhima charged forward, his massive blue form leaving deep impressions in the scorched earth. His yantras glowed in rhythmic harmony, channeling power into his clenched fists. With a thunderous roar, he swung at Pralayakara, aiming directly for the molten behemoth’s chest.
The blow landed with a resounding crack, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Pralayakara staggered slightly but retaliated instantly, swinging his molten arm like a hammer. Bhima barely managed to block the strike, the impact forcing him to slide backward, his heels carving trenches in the earth.
“You’ll have to do better than that, little guardian,” Pralayakara mocked, his voice dripping with scorn.
Undeterred, Bhima planted his feet and launched into a series of rapid, calculated strikes, each one powered by the focused energy of his yantras. His punches and kicks were precise, designed to exploit the glowing cracks in Pralayakara’s molten armor. For a moment, it seemed as though Bhima was gaining the upper hand.
But Pralayakara’s strength was overwhelming. He caught Bhima’s next punch mid-swing, his molten hand glowing brighter as it absorbed the force of the attack. With a malicious grin, Pralayakara tightened his grip and hurled Bhima across the battlefield, his massive form crashing into a crumbling temple pillar.
The pillar shattered on impact, debris raining down around Bhima as he struggled to his feet. His yantras flickered, the strain of the battle beginning to show. He wiped blood from his lip, his glowing eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on Pralayakara.
“This isn’t just about power,” Bhima muttered to himself, his voice steady despite the pain. “It’s about balance.”
As he steadied his breathing, the yantras on his body began to pulse in sync, their rhythm calming and deliberate. Bhima closed his eyes for a brief moment, centering himself. When he opened them again, they burned with renewed focus.
Pralayakara roared and charged, the ground quaking beneath his massive steps. The Mahapralaya Astra pulsed behind him, its unstable energy feeding his molten form with chaotic power. Bhima waited, his stance firm and unyielding.
As Pralayakara closed the distance, Bhima suddenly moved, sidestepping with agility that belied his massive frame. He used the momentum of Pralayakara’s charge against him, delivering a powerful strike to the back of the molten behemoth’s knee.
Pralayakara stumbled forward, his balance momentarily disrupted. Bhima seized the opportunity, leaping onto his opponent’s back and locking his arms around Pralayakara’s neck. The yantras on Bhima’s arms flared brightly as he channeled energy directly into the molten cracks, attempting to destabilize Pralayakara’s form.
Pralayakara howled in fury, flames erupting from his body in violent waves. Bhima was forced to release his grip and leap away, landing in a crouch as the molten titan turned to face him. Despite the minor cracks forming in his armor, Pralayakara seemed unfazed, his molten skin regenerating with each pulse of the Mahapralaya Astra.
“You’re strong, Bhima,” Pralayakara growled, his molten eyes narrowing. “But strength without ruthlessness is nothing but weakness!”
Pralayakara raised both arms, summoning massive pillars of molten energy from the ground. The fiery constructs surged toward Bhima, their sheer intensity threatening to overwhelm him.
Molten flames surged toward Bhima, streaking across the battlefield like fiery serpents. With an outstretched hand, Bhima summoned a radiant yantra shield, its intricate patterns glowing as they absorbed the brunt of Pralayakara’s molten onslaught. The impact sent tremors rippling through the ruins, but Bhima stood firm, his glowing eyes locked onto his opponent.
“You don’t see it, do you?” Bhima said, his voice cutting through the chaos. “All this destruction, all this chaos—you’re not creating anything new. You’re just feeding the void!”
Pralayakara roared with laughter, his molten form towering over the battlefield. “And what are you, Bhima? A broken man, clinging to delusions of balance while the world rots around you? Destruction is the only truth, the only constant!”
Bhima gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his yantras pulsing with a steady rhythm. “Destruction is only part of the truth,” he countered. “Without creation, without purpose, destruction is meaningless. Balance isn’t a delusion—it’s what keeps everything from falling into chaos.”
Pralayakara snarled, raising his arms to summon molten fissures from the ground. “Balance is weakness!” he bellowed. “It’s what cowards hide behind when they’re too afraid to embrace their true potential!”
The fissures erupted in a cascade of molten energy, but Bhima was ready. With a swift motion, he slammed his glowing fists into the ground, sending a shockwave of blue energy through the earth. The molten fissures cracked and dispersed, their fiery tendrils extinguished by Bhima’s controlled power.
The two titans clashed again, their blows shaking the very air around them. Each strike from Pralayakara was raw and devastating, his molten fists leaving trails of destruction in their wake. But Bhima’s movements were deliberate, his yantras guiding him with precision.
“You think strength is about how much you can destroy,” Bhima said between strikes. “But real strength is knowing when to stop.”
Pralayakara sneered, his molten face twisting in rage. “And what has your ‘balance’ brought you, Bhima? Pain? Loss? A world that chews up the weak and spits them out?!”
Bhima deflected a massive punch, his glowing forearm meeting Pralayakara’s molten fist with a thunderous impact. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But it’s also brought hope. It’s brought people together, given them something to believe in. And that’s worth fighting for.”
The Mahapralaya Astra pulsed violently in the background, its unstable energy casting eerie shadows across the battlefield. The weapon seemed to feed on the clash between Bhima and Pralayakara, growing brighter and more erratic with every blow exchanged.
“You can feel it, can’t you?” Pralayakara taunted, gesturing toward the Astra. “It knows what you really are—an agent of destruction, just like me!”
Bhima’s jaw tightened, but he refused to be goaded. “I’m more than that,” he said firmly. “I’ve faced the darkness inside me. I’ve accepted it. And that’s why I’ll win.”
Pralayakara snarled and charged, his molten body leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Bhima stood his ground, his yantras flaring with radiant energy. The two collided in a blinding explosion of light and heat, their clash sending shockwaves across the battlefield.
As the dust settled, Bhima emerged from the rubble, his glowing eyes blazing with determination. “Destruction isn’t strength,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “It’s what you do after the destruction that defines you.”
Pralayakara glared at him, his molten form crackling with fury. “You’re a fool to think you can stop me,” he growled. “The Mahapralaya Astra has already chosen its master!”
Bhima glanced at the Astra, its chaotic energy pulsing like a heartbeat. He could feel its power pulling at him, tempting him with its raw, untamed force. But instead of fear, he felt resolve.
“I don’t need to be its master,” Bhima said, his yantras glowing brighter than ever. “I just need to make sure it doesn’t destroy the world.”
The Mahapralaya Astra pulsed violently, sending chaotic energy waves spiraling outward. The ruins of the Kailasa Temple, already teetering on the brink of collapse, shuddered as cracks spread across the ground and walls. Massive chunks of stone began to fall, the once-holy sanctum reduced to a battlefield of ruin and chaos.
Pralayakara stood in the epicenter of the devastation, his molten body wreathed in unholy fire. His molten arms raised toward the Astra, channeling its unstable energy into his towering frame. “Witness the beginning of the end!” he roared, his voice shaking the air. “With this power, I will remake the world!”
Bhima struggled to his feet amidst the rubble, his blue form glowing with the rhythmic pulse of his yantras. Dust and debris clouded his vision, but his focus remained locked on the Mahapralaya Astra. Its energy threatened to tear the entire temple apart—and perhaps the world along with it.
Pralayakara’s booming laughter echoed through the chaos as he turned his gaze to Bhima. “Do you see it now? Your so-called balance is nothing but a frail illusion! Destruction is all that remains!”
Bhima clenched his fists, the yantras across his body flaring with intensity. “If destruction is all you see,” he said, his voice resolute, “then you’ve blinded yourself to everything else that matters!”
Pralayakara thrust his arms forward, unleashing a massive wave of molten energy. The fiery torrent surged toward Bhima, consuming everything in its path. The ground split open, molten fissures snaking outward as the wave advanced.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Bhima raised his arms, his yantras forming a protective barrier of radiant blue energy. The molten wave crashed against the barrier with explosive force, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Bhima’s muscles strained as he held the barrier steady, sweat dripping down his glowing form.
“You won’t win this,” Bhima growled through gritted teeth. “Not here. Not ever.”
The Astra’s energy grew increasingly unstable, its pulses creating cracks in the very fabric of the temple grounds. Pillars toppled, and the sacred carvings of Shiva’s Tandava were consumed by molten fissures.
Bhima glanced at the Astra, realizing it wasn’t just a weapon—it was the source of Pralayakara’s strength. “I have to disrupt it,” he thought. “If I don’t, this battle will never end.”
Leaping high into the air, Bhima aimed directly for the Astra, his glowing fists trailing streaks of radiant energy. Pralayakara snarled in rage and hurled a molten spike toward him. Bhima twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack as he descended toward the unstable weapon.
As Bhima landed near the Astra, its chaotic energy lashed out, sending searing waves of force in every direction. The yantras on Bhima’s body reacted, glowing in defiance as he reached for the pulsing core.
But before he could make contact, Pralayakara charged, his massive form colliding with Bhima in a cataclysmic impact. The ground beneath them cracked and split, a massive fissure swallowing what remained of the temple floor.
Pinned beneath Pralayakara’s molten fist, Bhima struggled to push back, his yantras flickering under the strain. Pralayakara loomed over him, his molten face twisted into a sinister grin. “You’re too late, Bhima! The Astra has chosen me, and soon, this world will burn!”
Gathering every ounce of his strength, Bhima unleashed a powerful burst of energy, breaking free from Pralayakara’s grip. He rolled to his feet, breathing heavily as his yantras flared once more.
“This isn’t over,” Bhima said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. “I don’t care how strong you’ve become. I’ll find a way to stop you—and the Astra!”
Pralayakara laughed, his molten form radiating heat. “You’ll try, guardian. But the Astra’s destruction cannot be undone. Watch as your precious balance crumbles into ash!”
The quakes grew stronger as the Mahapralaya Astra’s pulses destabilized the ground. Blazing light and molten fire twisted in the air, consuming the once-sacred battlefield in a tempest of chaos. Yet, amid the roaring destruction, Bhima stood tall, his blue form glowing with unwavering determination.
Pralayakara towered before him, his molten body radiating raw, unbridled power. “Still you stand, even when the earth beneath you crumbles!” Pralayakara bellowed. “Do you not see the futility of your struggle? I am the end, Bhima! The harbinger of the world’s truth!”
Bhima’s fists clenched, the yantras on his arms pulsating brighter with every word. “You don’t get it, do you?” Bhima said, his voice calm but firm. “The world doesn’t need destruction to find balance. It needs people willing to fight for something greater—something you’ll never understand!”
Pralayakara snarled and raised his molten fists, summoning massive pillars of fire from the ground. The blazing infernos shot upward, their flames spiraling like fiery tornadoes. Bhima narrowed his glowing eyes, tracking the chaotic movements of the firestorm.
In one fluid motion, he leapt into action, weaving through the searing flames with agility that belied his massive form. The yantras on his skin left streaks of radiant blue light in his wake as he dodged Pralayakara’s attacks. Each step carried him closer to the Astra, its chaotic energy pulsing like a heart ready to burst.
“You think you’ve mastered the Astra,” Bhima shouted as he closed the distance. “But it’s consuming you! You’re nothing but a vessel for its chaos!”
Pralayakara roared in fury and launched himself at Bhima, his molten arms slamming into the ground with enough force to send shockwaves rippling outward. Bhima braced himself, his feet digging into the cracked earth as he absorbed the impact.
With a surge of power, Bhima retaliated, swinging his glowing fists with precision. The strikes landed with explosive force, sending molten fragments flying from Pralayakara’s armor. The titan staggered back, his molten cracks glowing brighter as they struggled to reform.
“You’re breaking apart,” Bhima said, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. “The Astra isn’t giving you power—it’s tearing you apart from the inside!”
For a moment, Pralayakara faltered, his molten form flickering as the instability of the Astra’s energy began to take its toll. But his eyes flared with molten light, and he growled, “Even if it destroys me, the world will burn in my wake!”
Pralayakara slammed his fists together, unleashing a tidal wave of molten fire that surged toward Bhima. The heat was unbearable, the sheer force threatening to engulf him.
Bhima planted his feet, his yantras flaring to their brightest yet. “Not today,” he growled. With a thunderous roar, he thrust his arms forward, summoning a massive yantra-shaped shield that collided with the molten wave. The clash of energies created a blinding explosion, shaking the battlefield to its core.
As the dust settled, Bhima emerged from the rubble, his yantras glowing with renewed intensity. He looked toward the Mahapralaya Astra, its unstable energy creating massive cracks in the earth around it. It was clear now—if Bhima didn’t act, the Astra would destroy everything.
“Enough of this!” Bhima shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. “I’m ending this now—for everyone!”
Pralayakara laughed, his molten body flickering dangerously as he fed off the Astra’s chaotic energy. “You cannot stop me!” he roared. “The Astra and I are one! You will fall, just like the rest of this wretched world!”
But Bhima wasn’t listening. Instead, he took a deep breath, focusing on the glowing yantras that pulsed across his body. The rhythm steadied, aligning with the unstable pulses of the Astra. He felt the balance within him—the creation and destruction that coexisted in harmony.
“You’re wrong, Pralayakara,” Bhima said, his voice calm and resolute. “The Astra isn’t your weapon. It’s a force of balance, and you’ll never understand what that means.”
With a final burst of energy, Bhima charged forward, his glowing fists blazing with radiant light. Each step sent tremors through the ground, the yantras on his body blazing like stars in the darkened battlefield.
Bhima’s glowing fist struck Pralayakara’s molten chest with a thunderous impact, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The molten titan staggered back, cracks spiderwebbing across his fiery form. The Mahapralaya Astra pulsed violently in response, its unstable energy flaring and dimming like an enraged heartbeat.
For a fleeting moment, the battle seemed to tilt in Bhima’s favor. But Pralayakara, his molten body shuddering under the strain, roared and unleashed a devastating eruption of fire. The flames spiraled outward, forcing Bhima to leap back, his yantras glowing brightly as they shielded him from the searing heat.
“You think you’ve gained the upper hand?” Pralayakara bellowed, his voice a mix of fury and defiance. “The Astra’s power is infinite! You’re a speck of dust trying to hold back the storm!”
Bhima steadied himself, his yantras pulsing in sync with the Astra’s chaotic rhythm. He could feel its energy pulling at him, tempting him to lose himself in its destructive force. But instead of fear, he felt a deep, resonant calm.
“I don’t need to overpower the storm,” Bhima replied, his voice steady. “I just need to remind it who’s in charge.”
Pralayakara charged forward, his molten fists blazing as he swung with earth-shattering force. Bhima met the attack head-on, his glowing arms intercepting the blow. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered as the two titans clashed, their movements a blur of fire and light.
The Mahapralaya Astra’s pulses grew more erratic, each wave of energy destabilizing the battlefield further. Massive fissures opened in the ground, molten lava spilling forth and consuming the ruins of the Kailasa Temple. The once-sacred space had become a war zone, its carvings and relics swallowed by chaos.
Bhima’s glowing eyes flicked toward the Astra. He could see it now—the patterns in its chaos, the balance hidden beneath its destructive energy. It wasn’t just a weapon; it was a force of nature, a reminder of Shiva’s cosmic dance.
“If I can sync my energy with the Astra,” Bhima thought, “I can disrupt its connection to Pralayakara. But I’ll have to get closer—and fast.”
Pralayakara seemed to sense Bhima’s intent. With a guttural roar, he slammed his fists into the ground, creating a massive wave of molten fire that surged toward Bhima. The wave twisted and coiled like a serpent, its heat unbearable as it bore down on him.
Summoning all his strength, Bhima leapt high into the air, the yantras on his body flaring to life. As the molten wave passed beneath him, he angled his descent toward the Astra, his fists glowing with concentrated energy.
“You’re not stopping me this time!” Bhima shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Pralayakara roared in frustration and launched himself into the air to intercept Bhima. The two collided mid-flight, their clash sending shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield. Bhima gritted his teeth as he grappled with Pralayakara, their combined weight crashing back to the ground with a deafening impact.
“You’re too late!” Pralayakara snarled, his molten hands gripping Bhima’s arms with crushing force. “The Astra’s power is mine, and nothing you do can change that!”
Bhima struggled against the molten titan’s grip, his yantras flickering under the strain. But as he looked into the chaotic glow of the Astra, he felt a surge of clarity.
“You don’t understand the Astra,” Bhima said through gritted teeth. “It’s not about power—it’s about balance. And that’s something you’ll never have.”
Summoning every ounce of his strength, Bhima unleashed a surge of energy, breaking free from Pralayakara’s grip. With a mighty roar, he delivered a devastating punch to Pralayakara’s core, sending the molten titan stumbling back.
As Pralayakara staggered, Bhima turned his attention to the Astra. He raised his glowing fists and leapt toward the chaotic core, his yantras blazing like stars. With every step, he felt the pull of its energy growing stronger, but he pressed on, his resolve unshaken.
The Mahapralaya Astra pulsed violently, its chaotic energy radiating waves of destructive force that cracked the earth and twisted the air. Bhima stood at its core, his glowing blue yantras blazing with radiant light. Pralayakara charged toward him, his molten form a towering inferno of fury.
“This world doesn’t need balance!” Pralayakara bellowed, his molten fists raised high. “It needs to burn so something pure can rise from its ashes!”
Bhima steadied himself, his fists clenched, and his glowing eyes locked on the molten titan. “You’re wrong, Pralayakara,” he said, his voice calm yet resolute. “Balance isn’t about destroying what’s broken—it’s about saving what’s worth keeping.”
As Pralayakara closed the distance, the battlefield seemed to freeze in time. The Mahapralaya Astra flared brightly, and its energy pulled at both combatants, as though the universe itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.
Bhima let out a thunderous roar and leapt into action. His fists, glowing with the full power of the Pralaya Shakti, collided with Pralayakara’s molten body in an explosive clash. The shockwave from their collision sent ripples of energy tearing through the ruins of the Kailasa Temple, shaking the earth to its core.
Pralayakara snarled and swung a molten arm, aiming for Bhima’s chest. But Bhima ducked under the blow with precision, his movements guided by the harmony of his yantras. With a mighty leap, he landed a devastating punch to Pralayakara’s core, cracking the molten armor that protected him.
Pralayakara stumbled back, his molten form flickering as the cracks in his body widened. The Mahapralaya Astra’s energy, no longer stable, began to surge uncontrollably, feeding on the chaos of the battle.
“You don’t see it, do you?” Bhima shouted as he advanced. “The Astra isn’t just destroying you—it’s rejecting you! You’re not its master. You’re its prisoner!”
Pralayakara roared in defiance, summoning a massive wave of molten energy from the Astra. The fiery surge raced toward Bhima, threatening to consume him entirely.
Bhima planted his feet and thrust his arms forward, summoning a radiant barrier of yantras to counter the molten wave. The two forces collided in a blinding explosion of fire and light, but Bhima stood firm, his resolve unshaken.
As the Astra’s energy pulsed wildly, Bhima knew he had only one chance to end the battle. Drawing on the lessons he had learned from Swami Anant, he aligned his energy with the Astra’s chaotic rhythm.
The yantras on Bhima’s body began to glow brighter than ever, their intricate patterns pulsing in harmony with the Astra’s unstable energy. “You’ve taken enough from this world,” Bhima said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. “It’s time to put you back where you belong!”
With a mighty roar, Bhima leapt toward the Astra, his glowing fists aimed for its chaotic core.
Pralayakara lunged to intercept him, his molten body crackling with unstable energy. “You’ll never stop me!” he screamed, his voice a mix of rage and desperation.
But Bhima was ready. With a burst of speed, he dodged Pralayakara’s attack and delivered a devastating punch to the molten titan’s chest. The impact sent Pralayakara crashing to the ground, his molten form flickering as the cracks in his body spread.
“This is for everyone you’ve hurt,” Bhima said, his glowing eyes locked on Pralayakara. “And for everyone who still has a chance to live!”
Turning back to the Astra, Bhima summoned all his remaining strength. His yantras blazed like stars as he channeled his energy into a final, concentrated attack. His fists, glowing with the full power of the Pralaya Shakti, struck the Astra’s core with a deafening explosion of light and sound.
The Astra pulsed one final time before collapsing in on itself, its chaotic energy imploding in a brilliant display of radiant light. The shockwave from the implosion sent Pralayakara’s molten body flying, his form disintegrating into ash as he screamed in defeat.
As the light faded, Bhima stood at the center of the battlefield, his glowing form dimming as the Astra’s energy dissipated. The ruins of the Kailasa Temple lay silent, the once-chaotic energy finally at peace.
Bhima took a shaky step forward, his body exhausted but his spirit unbroken. He glanced at his arms, the yantras flickering faintly before fading into scars.
Bhima looked up at the darkened sky, the faint glow of stars breaking through the dissipating clouds. “It’s over,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination. “For now.”