[{"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-26":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},1857070,2464,"Chapter 26 - 24: MEGHAVARNA: I’LL COME BACK—!","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-26",26,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--> Comment here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys Its seem priviledge is started Thats why the Chapters I uploded reached it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I reduce the Chapter size to 1800 words from next Chapter till I clear the privilage limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weeks of travel—Devara finally stood before\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall. Silent. Watching him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled. Then climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the peak—Aswishcut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arrow. Perfectly placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—Stood Karna\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practicing his archery. Behind him—A towering figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes sharp. Presence heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Devara even spoke—Parashurama turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew you would come...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...but not this soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward. Bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guru.\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama nodded hearing him. Blessed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>😄 A Friend Reunited\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna turned—Paused—Then his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran forward. Excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Devara could answer—Lord Parashurama spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is here... to learn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay—Parashurama handed Devara an axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked him down the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a place that felt... Wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them—A vast land of thorn trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisted. Poisonous. Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice. But with a command in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before sunset.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked looked at the trees. Then looked at the endless grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—He didn’t argue. He nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe fell. A tree split cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effortless. A small smile formed on Devara’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is easy—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree... Grew back. Not just restored—Stronger. Thicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara froze looking at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looked around. Every tree—Was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung again. And again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trees fell. Trees rose. Stronger. Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning—Turned to noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noon—To evening. The sun began to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s swings grew heavier as frustration began to take a toll on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blessing from the chain calmed him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved Faster. More force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the result—Didn’t change. Anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut. Grow. Cut. Grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not random. Consistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around his neck—The pearl chain shimmered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessing of Yamuna. Activated quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His racing thoughts—Slowed. Cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stopped swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—He looked. Not at the trees. But at the pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were... A lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cutting blindly—Only made them stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stopped swinging his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not his body—Hisapproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes moved differently now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not chasing the trees—But studying them. To find a way to deal with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time is very limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He saw it. The roots. Not buried deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spreading across the surface like veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessing of Yamuna Worked silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’They’re not regenerating ...they’re reconnecting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time—He didn’t aim high. He swung his axe low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe bit into the roots. Deep. The tree fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t move. Watched. Seconds passed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tree. It didn’t grow back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grin spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—Every swing had purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wasted motion. No blind effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roots. Always the roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trees fell—And stayed fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun dipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light fading into red. One last grove remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara raised the axe—And struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-BAM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final tree fell. And did not rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara laughed—A pure, excited shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-YAHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for strength—But for understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind—Lord Parashurama stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara turned—Still smiling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter how strong the enemy is—If you find their weakness ...you can defeat them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama didn’t smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes—Approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked back. The mountain felt different now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less like a trial—More like a teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top—Karna waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With fruits prepared for Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. But warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna grinned looking at Devara who smiled back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat together—Eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While eating Karna spoke—How he came. How he persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How Lord Parashurama. Didn’t accept him at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he stayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t leave. Didn’t give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And earned his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara after hearing Karna’s story he shared his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training under Sage Durvasa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardships he faced. The discipline he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—Here. To continue his training under Guru Parasurama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day—Under Lord Parashurama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara trained his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with grand weapons. Not with astras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—Logs. Endless logs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days Blurred...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning. Swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon. Swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening. Swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again. Again. Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing sharpened. His body adapted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more importantly—Hismind quieted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day—Mid-swing—He heard it. A voice. Low. Faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned. Nothing. No one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just trees. Wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara frowned slightly looking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I imagine it...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something lingered. That feeling—Of being called. Not loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butpersonally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Four Months...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training continued. And grew harsher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More logs. Less rest. Sharper expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—That voice... Returned. Not often. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always distant. Always waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the blessing of Goddess Yamuna\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t panic. Didn’t chase it blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply... Noticed. Continued his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day—As he was cutting logs as usual—A voice called again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—It wasn’t the whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at his guru.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching. By his side. Two bags. Heavy. Wrapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deliver these. To Sage Rishyasringa. He waits in a nearby village. At a temple ofShiva.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened as he looked at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not open them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara nodded his head with serious expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No questions. No curiosity—At least outwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the bags. Turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And began descending Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two bags in hand. Mind steady. Steps calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware—That eyes were already on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden darkness. A shadow—Cut across his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked up to see what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw—Garutraaksha coming at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara rolled avoiding the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as claws tore through the space where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—That wasn’t all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second attack came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade of wind—From Meghavarnaa who want’s to tear the brat who bullied her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could strike—Golden light burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Parvati Kavach manifested on Devara’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radiant. Unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blade hit—And shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Returned. Faster. Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the one who initiated the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck Meghavarnaa who got off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her nose—Severed at the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cry tore through the air. Pain. Rage. Shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha froze instinctively as he remembered the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face—Pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he couldn’t forget how he got humiliated by this kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara—Didn’t attack. He looked at them. Confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you attacking me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meghavarnaa snarled hearing Devara’s acts confused—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t act innocent! You attacked my husband! Bullied him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked. Once. Then frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... didn’t. I don’t even know him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Direct. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meghavarnaa paused hearing how convincing the kid was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anger—Stuttered. His tone is confident like he was telling her the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly turned—To her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha looked away. Avoiding her gaze. Sweat forming all over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pieces aligned. The lies. The exaggeration. The \"overpowered brat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression darkened looking at her husband who was now avoiding looking at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at Devara. At him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said he attacked you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said he bullied you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha took a step back. Slowly. Because now—The storm wasn’t aimed at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was turning. Towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the open sky—Garutraaksha broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more lies. He spoke everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river. The failures. The humiliation. For six months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each word—Meghavarnaa changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anger—Didn’t fade. It deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... You failed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze snapped to Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp. Deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll fix it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at him. Storm clouds gathered instantly as she decleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You die today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body expanded—Flesh blending into storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning crawling across her form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half woman. Half raging sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t hesitate. He rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanished into the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using it—As cover. As shield. As hunting ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below—Devara stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not panicked. Not rushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at his system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Karma Balance: 4115]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind opened the store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrolling. Weapons? Too slow. Power boosts? Not needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They controlled the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was grounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He saw it. A small item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. A glass bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🫙 [Item: Rakshasa Sealing Vessel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔒 Seals low-level Rakshasas\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🌪️ Creates suction field\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚖️ Requires timing and positioning\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>💰 Cost: 350 Karma.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. He Purchased immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottle appeared in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light. Unassuming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened it. And pointed it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the two were flying around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air twisted immediately. Collapsed inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent suction—Tore through the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meghavarnaa’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her storm body destabilized. Pulled. Dragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha lunged. Caught her hand. Hurriedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HOLD ON—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flapped wildly. Fighting the pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Flaps!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—It wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their grip slipped. Fingers—Slid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meghavarnaa was pulled in—Compressed. Contained. Inside the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔒 [Final Click]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara closed the lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tight. Sealed. The storm—Vanished. Along with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky cleared. Wind died. Everything—Stopped for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha hovered. Alone. Breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Huff! -Huff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the bottle. Then at Devara. Who was holding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a child. This wasn’t prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was—Something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who had handled his dangerous wife like nothing and sealed her in a glass jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottle in his hand—Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But heavy with consequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him—Garutraaksha hovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken. Desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara whistled. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Whistle!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rakshasa’s attention snapped to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara raised the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And rotated it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting him see. Letting him understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word—Devara hurled the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High. Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-FWOOSH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cut through the sky—Until—It vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MEGHAVARNAA—!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha screamed looking at the fading bottle in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clawing at the air. Chasing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bottle—Meghavarnaa raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’LL COME BACK—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’LL TEAR YOU APART—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice echoed—Then faded. Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky cleared. Only one remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even he—Didn’t attack. Because something had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha stared at Devara in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... let her go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer came. Because Devara had already turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a small sigh—He resumed walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towards the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if—Nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the village—Near the temple of Shiva Waited Sage Rishyasringa who lord Parasurama as told him about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara delivered the bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without opening them. Without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Offered his prayers to Lord Shiva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Grounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Task complete—He turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking once again toward Mahendragiri Hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Devara returned to Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached Lord Parashurama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guru, I delivered the bags.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama nodded hearing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No praise. No questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Continue your training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara let out a small sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not frustration—Just acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked back. To the logs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing at the log. Cut it. Stack it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away—Garutraaksha searched. Relentless. Obsessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For hours—He flew. Scanning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—He found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bottle. Resting. Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside—Storm churned. Meghavarnaa Raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha grabbed it. Tried to open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulled. Twisted. Struck it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing. It didn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why won’t it open?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—Her voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"STOP WASTING TIME! TAKE ME TO MY BROTHER!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone sharpened with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll break this! He’ll tear it apart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha froze for a moment. Then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was only one option left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the bottle tightly in his claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spread his wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And took off. Faster than before.\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>Thanks for reading the Chapter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please give a review!!! 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