Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

81.Reckoning

For the next few days, true to her words, Evil Tvarita unleashed havoc across Aryavarta. Her army of darkness swept through the great kingdoms, unstoppable and merciless. Defeated and broken, the rulers who once held Aryavarta together were now captives in their own courts. Chaos and destruction lingered in her wake, and within days, the royal families were imprisoned, their flourishing kingdoms turned to haunted remnants of their former glory.

The once-great cities fell eerily silent, their grand palaces crumbling, deserted. Aryavarta, once a land of light and life, had become a desolate, fear-stricken wasteland. Darkness crept deeper with every passing hour, casting shadows that seeped into the very heart of the realm, drowning Aryavarta's soul in an endless abyss.

Even the gods trembled, their divine powers wavering against this unnatural force of malevolence. The heavens echoed with the cries of the innocent, yet the gods stood silent, powerless before the overwhelming darkness. The people's faith, once unshakable, faltered. They were adrift in a world that seemed abandoned by both men and gods alike.

And then, like a tempest, Evil Tvarita arrived at the divine city of Dwarka.

Her presence was like a dark tide, slowly swallowing the world whole. She approached the radiant city of Dwarka, and with each step, the city seemed to recoil from her touch. Dwarka, once a sanctuary of divine peace, was now a place of dread, suffocating under her looming aura.

 The air grew heavy, thick with an unnatural gloom. The once-glorious light of the city flickered and dimmed, as if terrified of the evil that approached. Spectral shadows danced in her wake, twisting and contorting like vengeful spirits, hungry for the fear she exuded.

At the gates, Balram and Vasudev Krishna stood side by side, their expressions set in grim determination. Balarama's grip on his mace was tight, his knuckles pale with tension. Beside him, Krishna's usually serene eyes glimmered with a guarded intensity, his gaze sweeping over the vast army assembled behind him—ready for the coming conflict.

"A grand welcome for me, I see," Evil Tvarita sneered, her voice dripping with mockery as her shadowy army halted a few paces behind her. "I like it, but you shouldn't have for me" she added with a chilling smile, reveling in the fear she instilled as she walked forward, the darkness trailing behind her like a cloak.

Balarama's gaze hardened as he raised his voice. "Not a welcome, but your departure, demon."

Tvarita threw her head back, laughter spilling out in dark, mocking waves that echoed through the air, thunder rolling across the sky. "Oh, such hatred, such vengeance for little old me! I must say, I'm touched." Her smirk grew as she watched their reactions, relishing their fury.

Krishna's lips curved into a slight, unreadable smile, though his voice was as cold as steel. "I thought you'd be more... resilient. It's almost disappointing to see you still playing these petty games."

Her laughter cut through the tension like a blade, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, dear Sakha, how cruel of you. After all, it was you who always promised me a warm welcome. And now here you are, practically glaring daggers." She feigned a sorrowful sigh. "How it breaks my heart to see you like this."

Balarama's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his mace. "Enough of your games leave or face our wrath."

Evil Tvarita threw her head back, her laughter ringing out, sharp and mocking, as thunder cracked across the sky. "Such anger! Such righteous fury! It warms my cold, dark heart." She smirked, glancing between Krishna and Balarama with feigned disappointment. "And yet... I expected better from the two of you. I thought you'd be ready for something a little more... thrilling."

Krishna's smile was steady, a glimmer of both sadness and resolve behind his eyes. "Oh, I'm plenty prepared," he replied, his tone as calm as ever, though his gaze burned with warning. "But, perhaps, you've overestimated your welcome here. This isn't the place for you anymore."