Krishnapriya's face flushed with rage as she heard Aryavardhan's words. She stood her ground, fists clenched. "Never! I won't accept defeat," she spat, hurling her bloodied sword straight at him. In a flash, Aryavardhan sliced it clean in two with his own blade, the pieces clattering to the ground. He turned the sharp edge toward her, ready for whatever came next. But then, a brilliant light burst from the void, illuminating everything around them. Krishnapriya's fierce expression softened instantly—she recognized it. She bowed deeply, her anger melting into reverence. Aryavardhan squinted, then gasped. It was Goddess Brahmacharini, the second form