The rage he stored all these years was unleashed, and he got back his body and could feel his natural body now. Moksh pulled the sword art the pressure made his blood vessels go into chaos "I feel it this is it the rage I had inside me I will unleash it now," he screamed maniacally.
'CHANDRAHAS SERIES 1ST FORM- RAGE OF THE CHAOS.'
Moksh swung the sword; it destroyed everything in the woods; the whole Sri Lanka was vibrating, and everyone felt the fear; he madly ran and kept moving the blade; it obliterated everything around him.
CHANDRAHAS SWORD SERIES
The sword is inscribed with ten forms based on the human emotional state; each state that a mortal will master would awaken the form. The moment the wielder gets all ten forms, he will surpass humanity.
Moksh's eyes are glowing with rage, and the sword emits fearsome wrath, and he comes out of the place and stands like a true monster. "That sword had come out after billion of years the calamity is going to start soon. The years of boredom had made me senile," Vishnu's sect leader said when he felt that fearsome Aura which was emitting all over the globe. Every member of various sects felt this, and the old man sipping his tea in Delhi felt his too "you did it, Moksh."
Meanwhile, Moksh was huffing now, "I felt so light and burdenless after years," he said to himself while staring at the sword, and it was curved at the tip, which looked like a crescent moon or the 'smiling moon.' "I greet the master of the Chandrahas", the blade spoked Moksh was stunned to hear it talking and gasped with surprise, "you could talk too?!"
"Yes, master, you're the owner of the mine, and you learnt the 1st form of Chandrahas", the blade replied, and he asked confusingly ", 1st form? when and how?"
Moksh felt a sharp pain in his head, could see some scriptures in front of his eyes and mumbled consciously.
'The humiliation, Anger that heartfelt must be unleashed the tribulation shall relinquish. The rage must shiver in its most chaotic form.'
He learnt the Chandrahas- 1st form and jumped with happiness, but his joy was about to be ruined...
Moksh felt someone's presence instantly; it wasn't a single person's rather many, and they appeared in front of him.
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