[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable":3,"chapter-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-138":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1857033,2464,"Chapter 138 - 136: Last Try... Body Become’s A Cocoon...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-138",138,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you put more comments and power stones... Which will encourage me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I need a little help with choosing a next character template.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As For Lord Narashima it would increase slowly as the story progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For A template based on one of the avatar of Lord Shiva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well I would put a seed in this volume. But it will manifest little later into the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would like to this time choose a local deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--> Give me all the names you know. I would do research on them. Or you could share their story a little and their power and what they authority over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five practitioners stood frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every instinct inside them screamed the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of them moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the moment that colossal boar had stepped into the clearing, they had understood something terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a creature they could fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it was stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it was larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because standing before it felt like standing before a truth that had existed long before they were born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youngest practitioner felt his legs trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oldest among them felt no better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent decades studying forbidden rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spoken with spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commanded pishachas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walked through cremation grounds at midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of those experiences prepared him for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into those glowing yellow eyes felt like looking into a judgment that had already been passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant boar stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chains decorating its legs settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ching...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes slowly swept across the five men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The look within them was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not rage. Not fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disappointment in poking their nose in a unwanted things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of anger a mother might feel toward children who had knowingly crossed a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of anger that came from seeing something sacred violated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oldest practitioner’s mouth went dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shifted toward the countless spirits kneeling around the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single one had lowered their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the murdered victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the wandering dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knelt before the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That realization sent a chill through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No spirit commanded such reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No demon inspired such submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something tied to the land itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A desperate one. A foolish one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fear often made men gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he reached into the bag hanging from his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other practitioners noticed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youngest looked horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers wrapped around a large ritual doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike ordinary dolls, this one had taken years to create.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It contained relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rare herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacrificial bindings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vessel capable of supporting powerful sealing rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last resort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His final weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder pulled it free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he did, the giant boar’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man began muttering mantras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew louder with every passing second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him started vibrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple symbols appeared briefly around the doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other practitioners immediately understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maintain the formation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder repeated the command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold the formation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four immediately began reciting supporting mantras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protective circles glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Symbols brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual formation strengthened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder focused completely on the doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to look at the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refused to acknowledge the fear clawing at his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would seal it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it was. Whatever the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it consumed his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something wet struck his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man paused. His chant faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly he raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touched his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers came away red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man froze seeing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood. Not water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another drop landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners looked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their hearts nearly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood was falling from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not heavy. Not violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle rain. A crimson rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The droplets struck leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing slowly turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youngest practitioner stumbled backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something else happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five objects fell from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUD. -THUD. -THUD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUD. -THUD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners immediately recognized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces drained of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tantra dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dolls they had buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dolls that should have been miles away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southern doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eastern doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The western doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the central doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All five now lay before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s breathing became erratic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could have retrieved them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one even knew where they were buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placed neatly before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though someone had dug them up and returned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Not someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-covered dolls seemed almost alive beneath the crimson droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then all five practitioners felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrible sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood coating the dolls...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>felt familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization hit them simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood belonged to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not physically. Not logically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every fiber of their being recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if those dolls had become extensions of themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youngest practitioner suddenly dropped to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strength was fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others felt it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies grew heavier. Their limbs weaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood rain continued falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant boar never moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never blinked. Simply watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder forced himself back to his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightened his grip on the ritual doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice became desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantras poured from his mouth faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More forcefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple light finally appeared around the doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual was working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man raised the doll toward the giant boar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed through the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four others stared in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever you are...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doll glowed brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will seal you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirits surrounding the clearing remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant boar remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder’s voice rose higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I must sacrifice my life—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly he stopped his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doll slipped from his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand flew to his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words vanished in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantra broke apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s body bent forward violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other practitioners rushed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man couldn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is Moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not physically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was traveling through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly. Deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a creature making its way toward the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation spread from his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his chest. To his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s eyes bulged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure terror filled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because whatever was moving inside him... wanted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time that night, even the giant boar was no longer the thing he feared most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder tried to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body suddenly rose from the ground as though invisible hands had seized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four remaining practitioners stumbled backward in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s body hung several feet above the forest floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it began shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not trembling. Not convulsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking so violently that even the charms hanging from his robes snapped apart and scattered across the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protective formation around the five practitioners flickered wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantras they had spent years mastering poured from their mouths one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred ash. Protective seals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warding chants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they knew. Everything they had with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They threw it at the phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like trying to stop a mountain with a handful of leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s face twisted in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His veins stood out across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood rain continued falling silently around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant boar remained where it stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not interfering. Not helping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirits kneeling throughout the forest remained motionless as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though all of them had seen this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though all of them already knew how this would end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four practitioners continued chanting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them cut his palm and offered blood to strengthen the ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shattered three protective talismans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third invoked his clan’s ancestral spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth burned a precious charm he had carried for over a decade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing inside the elder continued moving as if it wanted to come out as soon as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s body suddenly became still as his eyes poped out not able to handle what ever inside his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest became silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, hope appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe whatever had happened had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something moved beneath the skin of his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly. Deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four practitioners froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bulge moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused. Moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a creature searching for a way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s lifeless eye sockets while blood is coming out stared toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a crackling sound echoed through the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from the forest. Not from the spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the elder himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four men took another step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear had completely replaced reason now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every instinct screamed at them to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their legs refused to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing inside finally reached the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... Something emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first only a small hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far too small to belong to an adult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fingers gripped the edge of reality itself as though climbing out of a doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another hand appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature pulled itself free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly. Patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though it had all the time in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it finally stood upon the forest floor, all four felt their hearts nearly stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing resembled a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not the towering monsters described in ancient texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The size of a ten-year-old child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark skin covered with strange markings that seemed to shift whenever one looked directly at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes glowed with a sickly golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too intelligent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far too intelligent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And its mouth...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its mouth stretched into a grin far wider than it should have been possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature looked around curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First at the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at the spirits. Then at the giant boar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally its gaze settled upon the four surviving practitioners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them immediately fell to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another forgot the mantra he was chanting midway through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third nearly dropped his ritual knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the aura emanating from the creature was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not divine. Not holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not demonic in the traditional sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something that should never have existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a nightmare that had learned how to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little creature tilted its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its voice sounded like several children whispering together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You finally dug them up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature giggled. A child’s giggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every spirit in the forest lowered their heads further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the blood rain seemed to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature pointed toward the five blood-covered dolls lying on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then toward the giant boar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then toward the practitioners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its grin somehow became even wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were warned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chains on the boar’s legs softly rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ching...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed throughout the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time that night, the four surviving practitioners realized something horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant boar was not the thing hunting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar had merely come to witness judgment like a queen waiting for a execution take place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******************************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Author note:)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-->\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New Template:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it will manifest little later into the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would like to this time choose a local deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--> Give me all the names you know. I would do research on them. Or you could share their story a little and their power and what they authority over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to review guys...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I have a new fic which named: Karuppan: King of Openings.\u003C\u002Fp>",2056,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","d68a8fa5c045b5a28961fe3d61ccc124ce2cecda5a3952fedd09fd11e0aa553c","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-139","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-137",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]