[{"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-31":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},1857075,2464,"Chapter 31 - 29: One Arrow... One Astra... One Kill...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-31",31,"\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>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Four months...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for four months—There were no miracles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No divine weapons. No cosmic events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—Practice. Again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood beside Karna\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both holding—Simple bows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Pinakodanda. Not destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just wooden simple one. And string. Meant for practice. And also a heavier one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a distance—Lord Parashurama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watched. Them practice. In silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observing every breath they take before drawing the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every stance when they aim. Every mistake they make which could be improved to make their movements and aim comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A single correction would land on the ears of both Karna and Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your shoulder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too tense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let the arrow flow—don’t force it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara—Absorbed everything. Like dry earth drinking rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each correction—Becoming instinct. As his Supreme Mastery talent helped him to adapt to it easily and effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement—Refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Karna burned with motivation. Not outwardly. But within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every shot—Driven by hunger. Every miss—A wound. Every hit—A promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara learned easily through the correction given by Lord Parasurama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Karna chased his dream through his every shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both grew. But in different rhythms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one day—Lord Parashurama called them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No anger. No urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Presence. They stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight. Focused. Lord Parasurama’s voice came steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soon... I will begin teaching you astras.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word alone—Changed the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astras. Not arrows. Not skill alone. But power—That bends reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna’s eyes lit up hearing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s gaze joined him in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama turned as he took his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will be away for a few days. Do not waste time. Continue your training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No long speech. No extra warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he expected—They already understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,Guru1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lord Parashurama descended from Mahendragiri mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence—Faded. Not completely. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough for something—That had been waiting. So long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the outskirts—Hidden among twisted trees—Three figures watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At their center stood—Trinavarta\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed. Not with rage—But anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Gleam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—His sister. And her husband—Garutraaksha\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both carrying scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just on their bodies—But in pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year. A full year—Of waiting. Watching. Enduring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy—Never came down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never gave them an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every plan—Failed before it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was under the protection of the Great Parasurama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their patience had thinned. Their anger—Fermented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially hers. Meghavarna\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers twitched—As if remembering the pain. The humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had suffered at the hands of that boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who has no pride in him using under handed tactics to defeat her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And. Now—The mountain felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighter. Less guarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the one they feared—Was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trinavarta smiled. Slow. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried the calm of a storm—Just before it breaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister stepped forward. Eyes burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That brat ...is mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha let out a low chuckle—Still remembering the countless failures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckles!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s see how he handles us... without his protection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had confidence in his brother in law’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Trinavarta Was Different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand. Stopping them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of hesitation—But calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No rushing. We waited this long. We do this right. Before Parasurama returns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lifted—Toward the peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the boy they wanted to kill should be present—Unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We isolate him. Break him through pain. Then end him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far above—Devara stood under open sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowing. That Karma Points were free delivering themselves to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Four Months Before...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the heavens—Descending without thunder—Without glory—Came Indra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a king of gods. But as a wanderer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple clothes. Dust on his feet. Eyes—Still sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the forests surrounding Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw them as soon as he landed. Three figures. Still. Waiting. Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he immediately found out who it was Trinavarta,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seem’s to be with his sister. And Garutraaksha who was her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra’s eyes narrowed. Not in fear—But interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t announce himself. Didn’t interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—He watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because sometimes—The best weapon—Is not power. But timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting patiently for the right opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed. Weeks. Then months. Four. Four months passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra remained. Hidden. Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a thought waiting to become action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding the Situation around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their frustration. Their hatred. Their target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly—A smile formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So... They want the boy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’And the boy ...is the source of that power. May be...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—It made sense. Might be some another demi god who was protected by his parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra didn’t rush. He calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If they attack... I can watch. Measure. Understand. And if needed...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. A dangerous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...interfere.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to help. Not to save.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to ensure—Nothing grows beyond his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The shift. Lord Parashurama. Left the mountain. And the air changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three rakshasas—No longer still. No longer patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved. Fast. Toward the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them—Unseen. Unnoticed. Walked another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Shameless king of gods. A watcher. A manipulator he thinks himself to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the peak of Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures stood—Training. Arrows flew. And hit the Targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Targets trembled by each impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The wind changed suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds gathered at the sky as if storm awaits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not slowly. Not naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deliberately. Lightning struck—Too close. Too often. Too precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stopped for a moment sensing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna his eyes narrowed. His instincts—Screamed of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Devara’s mind—A notification ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[-DUM!-DUM!-]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[TASK GENERATED...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[EliminateTrinavarta.Send his head toKamsa.Symbol of approaching death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: +350 Karma Points.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s expression hardened looking at the system panel which revealed the reason behind the sudden change in the climate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No confusion. No doubt. Just clarity of understanding who was his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... it’s him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Karna who was tensed. But calm. But serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay focused.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have uninvited guests.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened on the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stance shifted. From training—To battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled. Dust rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain trembled slightly—As if bracing itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what was coming—Was not just a fight. He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far behind the storm—Hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra observed calmy. Waiting for the right moment. Measuring. The situation below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came first—Not the attack. Not the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-HAHAHAHA!!! -HAHAHAHA!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-HAHAHAHA!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three voices—Twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Echoing across the peak of Mahendragiri\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of laughter—That didn’t belong to a human or any good person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the storm—They descended one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center—Trinavarta\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lower body—A raging cyclone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violent. Unstable. Yet controlled. Larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More ferocious—Than anything his sister had shown before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Her storm form flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger burning brighter than lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes locked on Devara—With pure hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—Garutraaksha\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vulture face—Twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because unlike the others—He remembered how every time he tried to attack the boy something bad will happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every failure. Every humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—Standing before that same boy again—Fear lingered in his mind. Quiet. But real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing to fade with his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward calmly looked at the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No panic. No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Clarity of someone who knew what he was going to do. His voice came steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t try anything foolish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or you’ll answer to my bow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat—Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Laughter Exploded like a thunders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trinavarta threw his head back. Laughing. Loud. Mocking. Cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-HAHAHAHAHA!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His storm body churned violently—As if enjoying the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze dropped—To Devara’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple bow. A training weapon. And his grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That? That is what you threaten me with?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister joined in—Her laughter sharp—Cutting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-HAHAHAHA!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two children... with toys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Garutraaksha—Did not laugh as loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Gulp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flickered—Between the bow—And Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because somewhere deep inside—He knew—This was the same boy who was unpredictable with his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three demons—Confident. No Two. Mocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two boys—Silent. Focused. On their enemies before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t react. Didn’t even look offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply—Turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And placed the training bow aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough. Trinavarta laughed louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-HAHAHA!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at that! The brat gave up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He dropped his weapon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beside them—Garutraaksha. Didn’t laugh as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because something—Felt wrong. Very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Devara—Karna stood calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew—What came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara raised his hand. Above his head. And spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pinakodanda.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light didn’t explode—It obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bow formed. In his hand. Alive. Breathing power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter stopped. All three froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what they felt—Was not fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something ancient. Something dangerous. Something—They should not face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above—Within the clouds—Indra who was watching all this calmly like he was under control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time—His confidence cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bow... is not meant for a child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the immense power contained in it. Made even him desire it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s green eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed—Across the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rakshasa... Even after my warning... You chose to underestimate me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then witness it. PinakodandaDanush1. The union of destruction ...and preservation. Your end begins with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He introduced his bow with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green energy spiraled at his grip. Condensed. Formed—The Astra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sahasra-Visha Sarpa Astra1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive. Hungry. Waiting. Which is in the form of snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing death and the power of the astra—Trinavarta reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storm clouds surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped around—Him. His sister. Garutraaksha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shield. A hiding place. A desperate move. Made by his instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t panic he let go the astra calmly. The arrow flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUNG!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deadly. Mid-flight—It changed. It began to transform taking form into. A colossal serpent. Formed which hissed in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-HISSSSSSSS!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body—Made of venom and wrath. It entered the storm like it was its hunting ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Clouds...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Nothing happened but the feeling didn’t go away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Realization hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trinavarta felt it something approching him at high speed. Too late. He turned to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw—Death. Which made his face turn pale and his eyes widen in shock and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The serpent emerged from the clouds like it was its natural hunting round and lunged at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouth wide as if it going to swallow him. Fangs bared sharply with pointy tips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No escape. No counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—Impact before he could think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit. Clean. Absolute. The snake mouth grabbed his head tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds split. And from them—Fell a body. Headless. Lifeless. Which hit the cliff edge and started rolling down the mountain—Until it stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the body turned green indicates currently in that body poison is more than the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister—Frozen. Still shaken by the view of how that snake caught her brother’s head before flewing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garutraaksha—Terrified. His feathers were standing on its own body due to the goosebumps he was feeling at the body of his brother in law which has truned green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now seems to be decomposing as if it couldn’t handle the poison it it. leaking a green gas from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what they saw—Was not a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It Was Execution. One arrow. One Astra. One Kill. Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He... killed him... in one move...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No struggle. No resistance. No second chance by avoiding the attack.\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>Don’t forget to review guys...\u003C\u002Fp>",1865,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.417Z",1,"novelbin.me","b7e044438f56cf734b40858d489dd43f7e25c53cb34b4b7a607d405f9ab0df89","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-32","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-30",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]