Varchas - The sword of the moon
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  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 93
  • Всего голосов 2
  • Части 1
  • Время 31m
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The dwapara yuga played host to the great Mahabharata war, and with the events unfolding as predestined, the gods in the heavens knew that it was time for them to join Lord Vishnu on the mortal plane to participate in the war for the restoration of Dharma. Most of the pantheon were on board, but they were still looking for a deity who could make a bang, and really make a dent in the enemy ranks. 

Lord Indra, the king of the gods, and the other Devas had all agreed on their roles, save, Lord Chandra, the Moon. The refusal would have been take in good humour on a normal day, but this was a war that could change the course of history, and the devas knew that they needed to all be there for the battle, but they still needed that missing piece of the puzzle.....
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