The age of Treta yug has ended, Vedas and sacrifices went into a decline and the lifespans of humans decreased, with the advent of Dwapar, the third yug.
Now humanity is not plagued by external threats from demons or other supernatural forces but fr...
The fierce battle continued between Shankaraakshya and Shankaraatrishn, each wielding their extraordinary abilities with determination. The air crackled with supernatural force as their powers collided, shaking the very foundation of the place.
Shankaraakshya fought valiantly, drawing upon his spiritual strength, but Shankaraatrishn's formidable dark magic seemed to match every move, unyielding in its resolve.
Their battle seemed endless, only resulting in destruction, nothing but destruction. The ground shook violently, as if protesting against the vile act being committed.
The other people around were getting more and more afraid, unsure and uncertain of what awaits them next, they joined their trembling hands and began to pray.
"Raksha kare Devi !"
"Amarsri raksha kare !"
And just as hope seemed to fade and darkness loomed over the temple complex, a deafening roar pierced through the smoky haze, causing both the devotees of Shankaraa to stop.
They turned their gaze towards the temple, and there stood the goddess upon the ruins, in her ferocious multi armed and multi headed dark form of Mahakaleshwari.
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Her eyes blazed with an incomprehensible rage, scanning the scene before her. Her smoky tresses wafted gracefully around her, as if dancing to an unseen rhythm, the rhythm of chaos.
Shankaraakshya's lips parted, as he got on his knees and joined his hands, just like the rest of the devotees, who prostrated before her. But she did not look at them, her wrathful eyes were fixed upon Shankaraatrishn.
Now that she was in front of him, reverence and fear consumed Shankaraatrishn. Every cell in his being trembled under the weight of her divine wrath.
Her gaze pierced through his very soul, a stern reminder of the sins he had committed in his quest for her divine presence. Tears welled up in his eyes as he yearned to ask for forgiveness, to lay bare his remorse and the burden of his transgressions.
The weight of his actions weighed heavily upon him, threatening to shatter his already fragile resolve. Shankaraatrishn fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, he wanted to ask for redemption. But his courage faltered, as the memory of his misdeeds played out before him like a haunting shadow.
He ached to plead for mercy, yearning for the forgiveness only a mother could grant. Yet, he hesitated, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the goddess's wrath and the magnitude of his own wrongdoing. Every ounce of guilt and regret surged through him, rendering him speechless.
With thunderous footsteps, Mahakaleshwari strides toward him, her wrathful gaze piercing through his troubled soul. Shankaraatrishn's heart pounded in anticipation of the inevitable punishment he was about to face.
His body tenses, expecting divine retribution for his audacious acts. Gently, yet firmly, she raised her arm, that was holding a celestial trident, that glimmered menacingly in her hand.
