"I cannot believe what I am seeing! What's happening out there brother?" asked Lakshmana, his eyes fixed on the huge column of dust that rose high over the ground. Reaching miles above the surface of the battlefield, it curtained the setting sun, casting darkness on its enemies before the nightfall. A wave of fear ran throughout the entire ranks of Sugreeva's army, Lord Rama himself stood motionless witnessing the mushroom cloud that grew above them at a petrifying rate. He gathered all the courage left within and uttered a bare minimum in a tone of caution to his brother, acknowledging their fast approaching death. "Brace yourself my brother! This could be our end." Lakshman had been by the side of his brother since since he was a kid but never did he hear him speak in such a tone, "this must be bad!" Lakshmana thought for himself sinking in the facts that underlined his brother's words. The Ikshvaku brothers: Rama and Lakshmana, Sugreeva: the Vanara king, his ministers and 670 million brave Vanara warriors stood in silence on the battlefield.
Except for the elite, no one really knew what was happening in that instant. Before the monkey army comprehended fear-casting visuals that unfolded before them, a sound of fast approaching death in the form of furiously whirling arrows caught their attention. Billions of arrows started emerging from the clouds, rushing at an incredible speed, they travelled in every direction striking anything and everything that stood in their blast radius. Brahmastra, a divine weapon gifted by the gods to the mortals, a weapon developed by the creator himself has been fired. The ingenious warrior who unleashed this killing weapon chose a precise spot that ensured none of his enemies were spared by the barrage of arrows. It all ended in minutes, the land was covered by a thick blanket of arrows, bodies of the fallen enemies were buried somewhere underneath, a river of blood flew down the land trying to find its way to the ocean. It was a massacre. When dust settled, the sun had already crossed the horizon and the battle was long lost.
Indrajit wiped out an entire army leaving behind a legacy to be spoken for generations to come. He finished his task and he finished it with pride. He was invincible throughout the day, it was his glorious victory. It was so glorious that his conquest against the king of the Gods, Indra, which earned him the name Indrajit, or the Conqueror of Indra, now looked like a child's play. At dusk, with a fulfilled promise he headed back to the royal palace, carrying news of the victory and vengeance to his king.
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Indrajit Strikes
Historical Fiction"My brother all by himself is not a major threat" said Vibhishana when asked for his expertise to evaluate the military strength of Lanka as a part of strategic warfare discussion before the epic Rama-Ravana battle began. "Do you know why my brother...
