[{"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-72":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},1856967,2464,"Chapter 72 - 70: Kamsa’s Frustration... No Matter What...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground hadn’t finished trembling by the impact of the Kamsa’s mace—And neither had Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved again. Relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having enough of being avoided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mace came from behind—A brutal arc aimed at Devara’s spine from a difficult angle to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-FLASH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light burst open from Devara’s body again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parvati Kavach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It formed just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mace struck—And stopped successfully by the armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the force behind the attack—Still traveled through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara was pushed back—Boots grinding into fractured earth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balancing through raw impact—Yet—No damage. Not a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s expression twisted seeing even after his attack got connected it as done nothing to his enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyance was creeping into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Decision he made what if he can’t do it with his mace. Then he will do it with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw the mace aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more weapons. No more distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only fists. Onlyforce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still believes he could overpower Devara when it comes to fight using his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed forward trying to maintain his momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A punch came brutal—Heavy—Direct—Enough to shatter bone of a elephant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—Devara didn’t step back clearly seen through the intention of Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised one blade stright at the fist which was coming at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SLICE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sword came in contact with the Kamsa’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four fingers fell. Cleanly severed by the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s punch—Collapsed mid-motion as he could feel his fingers were sliced off without much efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Ahhh!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Pain reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real. Raw. But Devara didn’t pause for Kamsa to recover from the lose of his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara moved. Not backward—Around. His body shifted—In a Fluid—Precise motion—And both blades followed as if he was waiting for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SWISH! -SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One cut across the ribs. Deep as the blood splashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second—Carved across his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood followed. Hot. Immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa staggered—Just a fraction—Then—A scream tore out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not rage alone. Pain. Which was searing through his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—The difference was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each second—Each strike—Devara was getting stronger and stronger as Kamsa could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kamsa—Was starting to fall behind the fight which he first felt he is dominating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames on the blades surged higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Cracks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning cracked louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s blood hadn’t even settled on the ground—And his pride spoke first in irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You call yourself a warrior—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cut through the clash,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—and yet you keep your weapons when I’ve cast mine aside?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Only the crackle of flames along Devara’s blades answered for Kamsa’s accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara laughed. Not loudly. Not mockingly. Just... knowingly as if he already knew Kamsa would mention this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Hehe!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You abandoned your weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small tilt of his head with a amused look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto Kamsa’s as if he were an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You chose your fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A step forward without any hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you expect me todowngrademine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smirk formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s notDharma1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s stupidity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words landed harder than any strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I’m not foolish enough to fall for rage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Kamsa roared. Not controlled. Not measured. But with Pure fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Youuuuu!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him trembled—As Lightning gathered—From the sky—A blade descended hearing its master’s call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing in his grip with a thunderclap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-RUMBLE! -RUMBLE!..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword—Heavy. Dark. Contenting with Lighting around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive with violent intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more restraint. No more pretense of he was the one who was in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel met flame and lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG—CLASH—CRACK!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa struck using his sword—Fast. Heavy with each strike gritting his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relentless. Each swing carried the weight of his rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had the power to now all he need was to kill Devara in a single swing and cut his body into two parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara—Met them. Effortlessly. Since now he was in control\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parry. Deflect. Redirect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each move made Kamsa to grit his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike Kamsa made—Ended in nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade met resistance—Not just physical—Superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara moved less—But achieved more and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minimal motion. But with Maximum result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While on the other side Kamsa was having was behaving like a raged beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield around them—Began to clear as the soldiers were hesitant to get closer to the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not ordered. Instinct. They could feel this was not their fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was no longer a battlefield exchange through the numbers of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two forces colliding—And anything near it—Would be destroyed caught in between the cross fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa pushed harder even more as if he had lost his ability to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster. And Faster were the only thought in his mind\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every attempt he did—Ended the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stopped. Countered. Denied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with every passing second—The flames on Devara’s blades burned brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap—Wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What began as a fight—Was becoming something far more dangerous. Like Kamsa was a junior who was learning from his senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—He wasn’t just losing ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was losingcontrol completely if it passes few more minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s breath grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from exhaustion—From frustration of no matter how he attacked he couldn’t break Devara’s defence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade met resistance again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again. And again. No matter how many numbers of time he tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a heartbeat taking steadying his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved. As he uttered the mantra—low, sharp, ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air twisted around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Kamsa became two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two became five. Five became twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All armed. All moving. All attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every direction. A perfect storm of blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one—Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest—Illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if Devara didn’t find the real Kamsa he might be the one on the losing end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most warriors would hesitate in this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Search for the real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second-guess putting their luck in use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t. He didn’t see twenty Kamsas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw—Twenty enemies who were charging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And moved. Steel flashed. As each attack arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One strike—Passed through a body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another—Nothing same as before passed through the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his rhythm didn’t break. Because hesitation—Was death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept cutting. Turning around moving towards the another Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shifting his stance with each incoming attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting the fake ones pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Answering the real ones—Instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade came from the left—Parried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another from behind—Dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third—Ignored at the last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it wasn’t real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield blurred into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—A fraction of a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One attack arrived at the critical direction—Felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weight under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resistance. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s blade moved. Faster than thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SLICE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa twisted his body trying to dodge the strike—Which he did Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike meant for his head—Missed by a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not entirely. Because His ear—Severed cleanly from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood followed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Puff! -Puff! -Puff!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the copies—Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving only one. The real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa stumbled back—Hand moving to his bleeding side where he was missing a ear—Eyes wide—Not from pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From realization of he was clearly at disadvantage now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Devara hadn’t guessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t searched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply—Cut until truth revealed itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—There was nowhere left to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel returned to a critical time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no longer equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because every trick—Every layer—Was being stripped away from the Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield tightened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the armies clashed—But becauseall eyesbegan to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every flank—Bhishma. Drona. Ashwatthama. Karna. King Subala. Dhritarashtra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without a word—They understood looking at the battle which was going on between Devara and Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara had reached the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to interfere—But tosealthe field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa saw it to as his enemies were breaking through the middle one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And answered. With A sharp whistle cut through the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Bam! -Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Bam! -Bam!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—It came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive war elephant which had acted as Kamsa’s mount earlier—Charging straight at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tusks lowered. A living battering ram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiming to suprise attack or buy sometime to its master to have a breather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he could get on his rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t use his Amba-Tejas blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let them vanish as he unsummoned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stepped forward to confront the elephant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands rising—Gripping. The tusks. As soon as it arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUD!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impact met resistance as it echoed through around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elephant pushed. Powerful. Relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to use its mighty strength for its advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Devara slid back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots carving lines into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—He stopped. And pushed back the elephant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which started slowly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step—The momentum reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster as he pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stronger. The balance shifted as the elephant can no longer push him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara activated his skill Hanuman size control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not monstrous—Not uncontrolled—Butgreater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now since his size is larger enough so he could hold the elephant effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted. The elephant rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling hard. Trumpeting in panic. Helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Held above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a moment—The battlefield froze by the majestic display of strength from Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that—Was not normal thing one could witness if not for a peak powerful humans battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That—Wasimpossible for a normal human to achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara turned his gaze. Toward Kamsa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who had already moved to his chariot which holds his bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took his Bow raising it in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>String drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not aimed at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimed at the sky. His lips moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mantra. Low. Ancient. As Kamsa started to pronounce it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air above him darkened feeling the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yogic Energy gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky responded. Clouds twisted. Lightning coiled as if sensing the moment of what is about to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something vast—Was being called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a simple strike. Not a weapon of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An astra. A powerful one at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara still held the elephant above him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—The weight in the air had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the mantra sharpened—Devarafelt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as sound. As weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something ancient pressed against the world itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the elephant tightened—Then loosened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was no ordinary attack his instincts were screaming at him about the danger which was about to descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky darkened unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like somethingolder than stormshad awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers—on both sides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some dropped their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because instinct screamed louder than orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a battlefield weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s eyes locked onto Kamsa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who stood with his bow raised—Chanting. Focused. Desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not a choice made lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a choice made—At the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara heard it clearly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every syllable. Every invocation. And there was no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Brahmastra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the most feared astras ever known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weapon that did not simply kill—It erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Land. Life. Legacy. What ever it was it will be erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything caught within its reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Even time seemed to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara exhaled slowly sensing the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elephant in his hands—Felt insignificant now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered it as if now he could see that battle as moved to the next stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let it fall aside without any harm as the elephant as already passed out due to being upside down for some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because brute strength—Would mean nothing here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it comes to such a powerful astra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away—Parashurama stood still as he felt the Brahmastra being called into the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not intervening. Yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew—This was the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this went unchecked—The battlefield would not survive it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor would the kingdoms. Nor the innocent beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—This was no longer about defeating Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was about containing destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his mind raced through the possibilities of Brahmastra succeeds in taking its target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if a Brahmastra was unleashed—There was only one answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it carried a cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky above twisted further like it was about to form a tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s chant reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world—Held its breath.\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>",2015,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","1586136d960c96a83a8da9a745f8de24488644eed9546b28f311bb0726e731df","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-73","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-71",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]