Chapter 61 Dusk and Dawn
As the lingering sound echoed through the air, the eyes of the Devas and Rishis turned as one, their gaze fixed upon Surya. Some were surprised, others were confused, and many were curious; their expressions were a mix of emotions.
Surya stood still, momentarily stunned. What should he say now? How could he help Indra at this moment? But under the weight of the Devas' scrutiny, he forced himself to maintain composure, puffing out his chest with a regal air. He raised his right hand, holding up a golden staff, radiating majesty.
"Surya!"
Brahma's voice thundered across the Svargas, deep and commanding, reverberating through the heavens themselves. "Hiranyakashipu's blessing makes him immune to death by the passage of time: neither by day nor by night. He cannot be killed indoors or outdoors by humans, Devas, Asuras, or any being of my creation. To fulfill the first condition, we need you! Only you can alter the time of day to make the impossible possible."
The Devas' eyes narrowed in focus. This was the moment they had been waiting for. With reverence, they clasped their hands together and bowed deeply.
"Surya, you are the light that guides us all!" Agni spoke, his fiery presence crackling with intensity. "Without your courage, this battle cannot be won."
"Think of the Triloka!" Vayu added, his voice like the wind itself. "The humans, Svarga, and the Patala—they all look to you now. Will you let Hiranyakashipu's tyranny consume them?"
"Your radiance pierces the darkness, Surya!" Varuna's voice boomed. "Now is the time to show your strength and bravery, to rise as the protector of all creation!"
At this, Surya's eyebrows lifted, his divine body glowing even brighter, his radiance dazzling to all who gazed upon him. The Devas turned away, unable to look directly at the intensity of his light. He smiled in approval.
"Good," he said with a laugh. "Let me bring the dusk to the final moments of Hiranyakashipu."
Surya raised his head, his voice filled with confidence. He spread his arms wide, his form a beacon of light.
In the next instant, he turned to the side and called out. "Aruna!"
With a snap of reins, the sound of galloping hooves filled the air. The god of dawn, Aruna, drove the sun chariot, its golden horses racing toward Surya with blazing heat.
Surya leaped effortlessly into the chariot, soaring into the sky with the divine steeds beneath him.
"Hurry, Aruna!" he urged, his voice a command. The divine horses surged forward, carrying Surya as they flew toward Svarga, the dawn breaking on the horizon.
Just as they were gaining speed, Aruna, his charioteer, turned to Surya with a mischievous grin.
"You said you were going to ride off into the sunset, yet here we are racing toward the dawn. Are we still running, or have we switched paths?"
Surya raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes slightly. "Don't joke at this moment Aruna," he replied with a smirk, his focus never wavering as he urged the chariot onward.
"If we continue running toward the sunset for too long, something unexpected could happen, and it may prove too dangerous. Perhaps we should stop here."
"No need," Surya replied with confidence. "The dawn of the Devas will be the sunset for Hiranyakashipu. This moment is enough."
A smile spread across his face, and Aruna, finally understanding, tightened the reins. The sun chariot came to a sudden halt.
In an instant, the faintest trace of dawn flickered on the horizon.
The time had come.
Within the celestial palace, Indra surveyed his surroundings. Ruins lay scattered before him, and not a single door remained intact.
"Hahaha!" Hiranyakashipu's voice rang out, full of mockery. "You can't kill me! Even if it's dawn, I won't die indoors or outdoors. Heh!"
His teeth ground together as he sneered, the sound biting through the air. His legs trembled, but with great effort, he pushed himself upright, clutching the giant foot of Narasimha for support.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Hiranyakashipu sneered, his voice laced with disdain.
Indra's eyes narrowed. "Kneel!" he commanded.
With a wave of his hand, Sahsrakavacha materialized around him, and a beam of poisonous blue light shot forth, striking Hiranyakashipu.
"Ahhh!" The Asura screamed in agony, his eyes widening with pain. His body crumpled once again forced down.
"Impossible!" Hiranyakashipu growled, struggling. "A door is so easily built... doesn't he think there's nothing more he can do?"
Indra chuckled darkly, his form shifting as divine power flowed through him.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Golden light erupted around him, and weapons flew from his body, assembling with divine precision. The maces of Vristi and Dristi formed the door's frame, the Vajra set as the threshold, and Indra's bow gleamed with seven-colored light, placed atop as the final touch.
In the blink of an eye, a doorway of divine weapons, glowing with celestial light, stood before them.
Narasimha, the mighty human lion, turned his gaze toward the divine weapon door. His eyes flashed with approval, and a slight nod of satisfaction escaped him.
"Indeed, the King of Svarga is wise," Narasimha thought. "Neither indoors nor outdoors. A door—it is fitting."
In the next moment, the colossal figure of Narasimha shrank, returning to his original form.
The golden-sheeted man, exhausted from the battle, knelt on the ground, his hands pressed against the earth. Sweat drenched his body, and he panted heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
Although Hiranyakashipu's power was not infinite, after relentless resistance, he had finally reached his limit—exhausted and on the brink of collapse.
At that moment, a sudden relief washed over him as his back loosened. He looked up sharply, alarmed.
Narasimha stood before him, his mane swirling wildly, fangs gleaming like weapons, and his bloodshot eyes glowing with a murderous hunger. With a single motion, he seized Hiranyakashipu, lifting him effortlessly into the air and striding toward the divine weapon door.
"I am neither a god, an Asura, a Yaksha, a Rakshasa, nor a human nor I am created by Brahma!" Narasimha growled, his voice a deep rumble. "It is dawn now—neither day nor night!"
As he spoke, he held Hiranyakashipu high, moving closer to the divine weapon door. Indra, leaning casually on his divine spear Amogha, watched the unfolding scene with keen interest. His arms were crossed, his expression thoughtful.
Then, a sudden realization struck him. The power of his penance.
Indra had been in slumber for thousands of years, but the strength he had accumulated before his rest should have nearly reached two thousand years of penance. He had cast an extra layer of golden sun armor and received a blessing that made him immune to harm from weapons.
Based on his calculations, there should have been roughly a thousand years of power left.
Yet, as he focused his senses, something seemed off. The energy from his penance was only 600 years old.
What?
Indra blinked, narrowing his eyes as his gaze shifted inward, tracing the power's trail. His senses honed in on the divine armor—specifically, the second layer of golden sun armor.
"My second layer of divine armor has consumed over a thousand years of my penance?" Indra thought, shock creeping into his chest. "It's drained nearly fourteen hundred years of my power!"
He paused, contemplating. "The greater the blessing required, the more penance is consumed..." Indra mused, but then his lips curved into a reassuring smile. "It's alright. There's still plenty of time ahead."
Once Hiranyakashipu fell, the Asuras would be leaderless and remain dormant for some time. That would give Indra more time to replenish his strength, to rebuild his power.
Indra's smile grew, his confidence unwavering. He wasn't concerned. There was still time to spare.
Having already slain two Asura kings in quick succession, Indra couldn't imagine that any remaining Asura king would be foolish enough to challenge him now. Surely, they would recognize the futility of such a move, wouldn't they?
He shook his head, smiling, pushing the thought aside. His gaze shifted to the human lion and Hiranyakashipu, the scene before him still unfolding.
At this moment, Narasimha, the lion, had lifted Hiranyakashipu high into the air. The Asura king flailed and struggled, but it was no use—his strength was futile against Narasimha's grasp.
"This is neither indoors nor outdoors!" Narasimha roared, his voice a low rumble. "But it is the threshold!"
With that, Narasimha suddenly seated himself on the threshold of the Divine Weapon Gate, his form towering over the fallen Asura king. In the blink of an eye, he slammed Hiranyakashipu down, pinning him against his knees.
"You are neither in the Sky nor Earth!" Narasimha continued, his voice filled with a divine fury. "But at my knees!"
As he spoke, Narasimha opened his claws, his sharp, bloodthirsty face glinting in the light. The gleaming talons reflected a terrifying glow, and for a brief moment, all eyes were on him.
With a predatory snarl, Narasimha extended his claws, their sharp, glinting edges glowing with an otherworldly light. His bloodthirsty visage twisted into a fierce expression as he declared, "No weapon forged by human, Deva, or Asura shall end you. But these—" he raised his claws high, their golden brilliance radiating power, "—are no weapon. They are my nails, unbound by your pitiful boon!"
In Brahmaloka, the Devas held their collective breath, their eyes wide with anticipation. The moment they had been waiting for was nearly at hand. They waited for Narasimha to strike, to finally end Hiranyakashipu's reign of terror.
Narasimha's claws descended like lightning, striking Hiranyakashipu's belly. A deep, red line appeared, and blood spilled forth, staining the air.
The Devas gasped, their eyes widening in shock.
"Ahhhhhh!" Hiranyakashipu howled in agony.
But just as Narasimha prepared to land the final blow, something unexpected happened. Hiranyakashipu suddenly raised his head, his roar vibrating through the air.
What?
Narasimha froze, a trace of confusion flickering across his bloodthirsty expression. The Asura king was clearly in pain, yet why did he roar with such intensity for something as minor as a wound?
Narasimha's gaze turned to Hiranyakashipu as the Asura king's body began to tremble violently. Then, it expanded, glowing with an eerie blue light.
Hiranyakashipu's roar suddenly stopped. The light around him flickered, and there was an eerie silence. No breath. No movement.
How did he die? Narasimha frowned, his claws still outstretched. He glanced down at his paws, his sharp talons gleaming in the divine light.
A faint blue hue began to seep into the air.
Indra, watching closely, was momentarily startled. His gaze sharpened as he observed the unexpected turn of events. His eyes widened as he saw Narasimha's face, now darkening into a blue hue, transforming into that of Ugra Narasimha.
"Could it be...?"
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Chapter 62 Ugra Narasimha Awakens
"Could it be... that I miscalculated?" Indra murmured, lowering his head in thought.
His mind raced back to the blinding light of Halahala emanating from his divine armor. He had unleashed several blasts of toxic light at Hiranyakashipu, all of which had struck their target. However, the poison hadn't just touched Hiranyakashipu but also contaminated Narasimha. Given that the human-lion was subduing the Asura king, it was inevitable that the poison had also spread through him.
"By placing Hiranyakashipu on his lap, the Narasimha has become a conduit for the Halahala. That means the blessing's conditions were broken!" Indra's eyes lit up with realization. "I've done something impossible!"
A sense of satisfaction filled him. Despite the poison's destructive nature, Narasimha, the incarnation of Vishnu, had withstood its effects—his face was tinged with blue, but he was far from dead. If this had been any other Deva or Asura, they would have perished by now.
What a surprise!
Indra cleared his throat twice, then extended his palm with an air of calm authority. Slowly, he began to approach Narasimha.
"Allow me to relieve you of the Halahala," he offered, his tone measured, though a trace of amusement lingered in his voice.
Before Narasimha could respond, something unexpected happened. Hiranyakashipu, his body ravaged by the poison, suddenly erupted.
Boom!
The Asura king's form shattered into an explosion of light, the flames of Halahala coursing through the air in a brilliant clash of green and gold. The explosion sent waves of divine energy scattering, enveloping Narasimha in a storm of blinding light.
Narasimha, now fully surrounded by the blinding radiance, felt the intensity of the power coursing through him. His nose twitched, and he inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
With a primal roar, Narasimha tilted his head back, unleashing a terrifying bellow that rippled through the air. The force of the roar sent shockwaves in every direction, shaking the very heavens and earth.
Surya, witnessing the devastation, was thrown into a panic. His chariot swayed violently, the divine horses roaring in fear as the reins shook uncontrollably. Surya himself had to bend down to steady the chariot, a look of horror on his face.
"What's happening?!" he cried, his voice filled with dread.
Through the swirling green and black smoke, Narasimha's piercing eyes—once a brilliant, fierce gold—shifted into a deep scarlet, glowing with a predatory intensity. His gaze fixed directly on Indra, the weight of it heavy and dangerous.
Indra stood still, his body slightly angled, his eyes locked onto Narasimha's. At that moment, their gazes collided—two powerful forces clashing as if a thousand flames were burning between them.
...
Kailash.
Lord Shiva stood in a vast, serene field, his trident held firmly in his hand. The landscape stretched endlessly before him, a tapestry of vibrant flowers in full bloom. The colors were a symphony of hues—brilliant, mesmerizing, and breathtakingly beautiful.
With a peaceful smile, Shiva walked through the sea of datura flowers, his presence as calm as the breeze that whispered through the petals. He moved gracefully, the flowers parting around him like the embrace of nature itself. His eyes softened as he bent slightly, reaching down to pick a cluster of blooming datura flowers.
Shiva gazed at the flowers in his hand, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His thoughts drifted, and for a fleeting moment, he seemed lost in the memory of his beloved wife, Parvati.
"Exquisitely beautiful," he murmured, his voice rich with affection.
For a moment, it was unclear whether he spoke of the mandala flowers or Parvati herself.
But just as the thought lingered in the air, a thunderous roar shattered the stillness.
Shiva's fingers flicked with effortless grace, and the third eye on his forehead gleamed with divine power. In an instant, the mandala flowers were reduced to ash, the remnants scattering in the wind like fleeting memories.
A shadow of sadness flickered across his face as he lifted his gaze. His eyes, once warm, now carried a hint of solemnity and concern. His mind had already sensed the disturbance, and the peace he had so momentarily cherished now seemed distant.
...
Brahmaloka.
Brahma's arm trembled, and the Vedas nearly slipped from his grasp. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared ahead, his snow-white beard quivering slightly with shock.
The Devas around him were equally stunned. Their hands pressed together in worry as they looked to Brahma, waiting for an explanation.
Even the Creator God, Brahma, was visibly shaken.
"What has happened?" they murmured, their voices filled with unease.
Brahma took a deep breath, his expression grave. "Narasimha has been influenced by the dark emotions of arrogance, bloodlust, rage, and greed from Hiranyakashipu. Now, he has completely lost his mind."
He paused, his voice heavy with concern. "He is… going mad. Ugra Narasimha."
…
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha bared his teeth and claws, his golden mane whipping wildly as he roared toward Indra with terrifying ferocity, resembling a mad lion on the hunt.
Indra flinched, instinctively taking a step back.
The lion's face was poisoned with a deep blue hue, but its power remained undiminished. It was unmistakably the incarnation of Lord Vishnu! And now, with such wrath, could it be because he had stolen someone's head?
Roar!!!
Before Indra could react, Narasimha lunged at him, his arms swinging wildly.
The air crackled with tension as the lion's claws slashed through the void, long, cold beams of light emanating from them, so sharp they seemed to cut through time and space itself.
"Brother!"
Surya, gripping the reins of his sacred chariot, shouted in panic.
Narasimha's power was immense—able to subdue the mighty Hiranyakashipu, a force of both Svarga and Earth. If this madness continued, even the King of Svarga could be in danger.
In Brahmaloka...
Agni, Vayu, and Varuna watched in horror, their faces reflecting the fear that gripped them. Narasimha was going mad, and the King of Svarga might not survive this onslaught!
Whoosh!
Narasimha flew past in a blur, his claws slashing through the air, the light from them revealing his terrifying form.
"Not today!"
Indra's voice rang out, calm and resolute. He lowered his gaze to his chest, watching as his pristine, snow-white silk garment remained unscathed. The Rudraksha beads on his arm were untouched.
Surya, watching in stunned silence, grasped the armrest of his chariot, astonished.
In Brahmaloka...
The Devas collectively exhaled in relief, marveling that the King of Svarga had emerged unscathed.
"Before the battle began, Indra was blessed by the Preserver of Creation. He cannot be harmed by any of incarnation's fury," Agni explained, his voice filled with awe.
Hearing this, the others shared a sense of relief.
"With the King of Svarga here, we should be able to hold back this frenzied Narasimha," Vayu declared confidently.
"If Narasimha cannot hurt the King of Svarga, then with Indra's strength, there will be no problem," Agni added with a reassuring smile, fully confident in Indra's martial prowess.
Soma, the Moon God, nodded slowly in agreement.
"Indeed. As long as the King of Svarga holds his ground, even if Narasimha loses control, he won't be able to break through to Brahmaloka. We are safe for now," Soma said with a calm smile.
...
The Milky Sea stretched out forever, sparkling under the soft, golden light of Vaikuntha. Goddess Lakshmi stood at the edge, her hands clasped tightly. She looked worried, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding far away.
Her husband, Lord Vishnu, had transformed into the fierce lion-man, Narasimha, to defeat the terrible Hiranyakashipu. But now, Narasimha's anger was like a wild storm, and it didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.
"Natha!" Lakshmi called out, her voice trembling with both love and concern.
Just then, Sheshanaga, the giant thousand-headed serpent who always served Vishnu, slid forward from the shadows. His many heads swayed gently, his many eyes calm.
"Devi," Sheshanaga said in a soothing voice, "don't worry. The Lord is strong and wise. He won't let anything go wrong."
Lakshmi glanced at him, her golden face still full of concern. "But Sheshanaga, he's so furious. What if he goes too far? What if something bad happens to him or Indra?"
Sheshanaga's head bowed slightly. "Devi, Lord Vishnu is beyond harm. And remember, Hari's boon protects Indra from any harm caused by his incarnations. Trust in his power. He knows what he's doing."
Lakshmi sighed, her voice soft but firm. "Sheshanaga, your faith is unwavering, but even the strongest can be overwhelmed. Can't you see how much this battle is taking from him? His fury might burn too bright and hurt more than just Hiranyakashipu."
…
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha's eyes burned with fury, his sharp claws slicing through the air with a desperate, maddened ferocity. The cold light emanating from them shrieked across the sky, splitting the very earth beneath. The force was terrifying—unyielding in its wrath.
And yet...
It was futile. The claws, as sharp as they were, seemed no more than the playful swipes of a kitten, as harmless as the breeze. They barely made a mark.
Suddenly, Brahma's voice echoed from afar, cutting through the chaos and reaching Indra's ears with crystal clarity.
"Indra! Narasimha has fallen into madness! Hold him back and prevent him from destroying everything!"
Brahma's voice rang out, lingering in the air, as though to pierce the tumultuous sound of battle.
Indra's eyes widened with understanding. "I see!" he murmured, realization dawning upon him.
Turning swiftly, his gaze locked onto Narasimha's lion-blue face. Within the fierce figure, the Hora-Hora energy swirled and surged, but its spread was slow, contained for the moment within the beast's neck.
To subdue Narasimha, Indra knew more Halahala was needed. More power to tip the balance.
He stretched out his arms, closing his eyes for a brief moment. The energy within him surged, drawing from the very essence of the heavens. The power of Svarga flowed back into him, a tide of divine force rising like a volcano within his chest.
Strength!
Indra could feel it—the invincible power coursing through his veins once more. The joy of this resurgence was overwhelming, bubbling up from within him like molten lava.
"Hahahaha!" Indra laughed, the sound echoing with the promise of victory, his voice a thunderous roar in the face of the storm.
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Chapter 63 Lightning vs. Fury
"Hahahahaha!" Indra's laughter echoed through the skies. "Lord, let me wake you up!" he bellowed, his voice filled with thunderous joy.
With the swiftness of the wind, Indra surged forward, his movements a blur of raw energy. In an instant, he raised his fist, and with no hint of hesitation or restraint, he delivered a mighty blow to Ugra Narasimha's face.
Boom!
The punch landed with the force of creation itself. The power of Svarga, concentrated and unrelenting, seemed to ignite the heavens. Stars twinkled as the heavens themselves rumbled with thunder and lightning, their might fueling the strike that slammed into Narasimha's face.
A deafening roar of pain erupted from Narasimha.
"Roar!"
He staggered backward, retreating toward the far side of Svarga, almost as though flung by the sheer force of the blow. His lion's head trembled violently, his beard and mane whipping in the wind, and his gaze twisted with a wave of anger so fierce it could scorch the very air around him.
His heart surged with bloodlust, a primal urge that drowned out all reason. Kill. Kill. Kill. His mind buzzed with a single, overwhelming thought.
With a vicious growl, Narasimha sprang to life. He leaped into the air, his rage propelling him forward like a beast seeking to rend its foe asunder. A massive golden pestle, resembling a colossal mace, appeared in his hands, its sheer size covering the sky like an impending doom. With a roar, he swung it with the force of an avalanche, bringing it down with the intent to crush Indra beneath its weight.
Indra, however, remained calm.
He advanced, each step measured and unwavering, his eyes locked on Narasimha as the beast hurtled toward him. His expression was serene, untouched by the storm that raged before him.
Blessed by Vishnu himself, Indra knew that neither the might of Narasimha nor the fury of any incarnation could harm him.
A smile tugged at the corner of Indra's lips as he raised his hand without hesitation.
Boom!
The pestle crashed down with a thunderous roar, but Indra's arm remained unshaken. His fingers spread wide as he caught the massive weapon in mid-air, holding it effortlessly with a casual grace.
"It feels... not quite as strong as a Hiranyakashipu," Indra mused aloud, his voice almost wistful.
His gaze drifted briefly to the colossal power in his hand. Boons are truly powerful, he thought to himself. Compared to the relentless force of Hiranyakashipu, dealing with Narasimha was almost too easy. Even without the deadly power of Halahala, he could take down Narasimha with ease, given enough time. Perhaps even a thousand years wouldn't be enough to stop him.
A quiet sense of satisfaction filled Indra as he marveled at the effortless power of his blessing.
"No!" Indra quickly stifled a laugh, shaking his head as he suppressed the urge to grin. "I respect the Trimurti too much to behave like this," he muttered under his breath, his expression serious.
He straightened himself, tilting his head and clenching his jaw tightly to prevent any further laughter from escaping. His gaze shifted to Narasimha, who was still seething with rage. Indra fought to maintain his composure, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
With a swift motion, he clenched his right fist, the divine armor shimmering with a flicker of green and blue poisonous light. Without hesitation, he unleashed his strike, the force of his punch sending a shockwave through the air.
Boom!
Narasimha was once again sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins of Svarga. The ground trembled beneath the impact, and the heavens themselves seemed to quake in response.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha roared in pain as he staggered to his feet, his body trembling with fury. The toxic power of Halahala surged once more, the poison spreading across his neck, turning it a deep, ominous blue. His eyes burned with crimson fire, but this time, something had shifted within him.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
This time, Narasimha paused, his gaze shifting to Indra with a wary intensity. He had learned from his previous mistakes. Instead of rushing forward, he regarded Indra like a powerful adversary, his expression cautious yet filled with an unrelenting desire for battle.
Raising his right hand, Narasimha extended his index finger, his eyes narrowing with focus.
A divine Chakra began to spin on his fingertip.
Uh-huh!
The Sudarshan Chakra, Vishnu's sacred weapon, rotated with blinding speed. It cut through the air with a brilliance that could rival the sun itself, its power growing with every rotation. With a swift movement, the chakra launched from Narasimha's fingertip, hurtling toward Indra's head.
"Sudarshan Chakra!"
Indra's eyes widened in realization. He gasped and instinctively leaped backward, his body springing into motion. The Sudarshan Chakra was no ordinary weapon—its power could sever the head of any Asura in an instant. It was a force to be reckoned with, and Indra knew it.
But even as he dodged, the Sudarshan Chakra followed, its speed unmatched. The radiant disc hurtled toward him, its light flashing in the blink of an eye, and before he could react, it was upon him.
Indra crossed his arms in front of his face, bracing for the impact.
The Sudarshan Chakra buzzed against his arms, its divine energy swirling around him. But instead of the expected agony of broken bones and torn flesh, Indra felt only a curious sensation—like a kitten's gentle nudge with its tongue.
He blinked, his confusion evident.
"Um?"
He glanced down, his arms still crossed in front of him. The Sudarshan Chakra continued to spin in midair, harmlessly brushing against his arm. But there were no signs of injury—no cuts, no bruises. His skin remained flawless.
Indra's brow furrowed as he studied the weapon. What was going on?
Indra's eyes widened in fascination as he watched the Sudarshan Chakra spin before him. A slow, appreciative sigh escaped his lips. He took a step back, his gaze never leaving the Sudarshan Chakra. With a deliberate motion, he raised his right hand and extended his index finger. Gently, he touched the center of the Sudarshan Chakra.
A radiant glow flared from the Sudarshan Chakra as it continued to spin, now rotating at the tip of his finger.
"Isn't this incredibly useful?" Indra mused aloud, a grin creeping onto his face.
With a subtle flick of his wrist, he hooked his index finger, and the Sudarshan Chakra responded instantly.
The chakra shot forward, spinning like the wheel of the world itself, and then struck Narasimha with precision.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha's head snapped back with a furious roar as a long, narrow wound sliced across his body, the power of the Sudarshan Chakra cutting deep. The divine weapon had breached his formidable form.
Indra blinked in surprise, his eyes sparkling with awe. He had not expected such immediate results. He twisted his index finger again, and the Sudarshan Chakra obediently returned, spinning back toward him with a trail of golden light. It hovered at his fingertip, radiating like the sun.
"The Sudarshan Chakra is incredibly powerful!" Indra exclaimed. "I also have a divine wheel of my own, but... this is a chance to practice with such a fine weapon!"
A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. He raised his hand and pointed forward, his index finger outstretched once more.
The Sudarshan Chakra obeyed without hesitation. It shot forward at an incredible speed, this time surrounding Narasimha, swirling around him like an unrelenting storm.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
Each strike sent flares of fire erupting from Narasimha's body as the Sudarshan Chakra scraped against his skin, each hit sharper than the last.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Narasimha's enraged roars echoed through the heavens as he writhed beneath the relentless assault, the Sudarshan Chakra's power unyielding.
…
In the realm of Brahma, Rishi Brihaspati sat with a satisfied expression. His quill moved gracefully across the parchment, writing the tales of the gods. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he chronicled the feats of King Indra, the brave warrior, who had not only defeated the Asura king Hiranyakashipu, ruler of the Three Worlds but had also battled the enraged Narasimha...
As Brihaspati continued to write, his fingers tightened around the quill's holder, a moment of hesitation washing over him. His eyes flickered uncertainly to the text, and for the briefest of moments, doubt crept into his mind.
Should I include myself in this story?
The question lingered in the air, but before Brihaspati could settle on an answer, the Devas erupted in joyous celebration around him.
"In that case, Narasimha will soon be subdued," Agni declared, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"As expected of the god of war in Svarga," said Vayu his voice filled with awe. "Indra knows how to wield the Lord's Sudarshan Chakra so well. With that Chakra, I'm sure Narasimha's anger will soon be subdued, and our Lord will return."
The Devas' voices filled the air, their spirits lifted with hope and joy.
However, Brahma, seated in solemn meditation, opened his eyes wide. His expression was serious, his voice carrying an undeniable weight.
"An angry beast is dangerous," Brahma said, his voice measured, "but a wounded beast is even more so."
Sarasvati, the goddess of wisdom, blinked in surprise at her husband's words. Her gaze shifted between the Devas and Brahma, sensing the deeper meaning in his caution.
"Swami..." Sarasvati began, her voice is soft yet full of curiosity. "Do you mean..."
...
The Sudarshan Chakra spun relentlessly, its divine force surrounding Narasimha, trapping him in the center.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha, covered in wounds, clawed at his head in agony, his roars echoing through the air. He bent his knees and, with a surge of strength, propelled himself upward.
Boom!
The Sudarshan Chakra flew towards him once more, but Narasimha, undeterred by the pain, ignored the attack. He pushed through the searing agony, launching himself into the sky with fierce determination.
"This guy is actually running away?" Indra exclaimed, momentarily taken aback.
He watched as Narasimha soared higher, his heart sinking with a sudden, gnawing fear.
Not good!
"Surya! Run!" Indra shouted urgently.
Boom!
Narasimha shot through the sky like a bolt of lightning, his bloody maw gaping wide as he hurtled toward the Sun God, Surya.
Surya, who had been observing the battle with a gleam of excitement, suddenly froze. His expression shifted to one of alarm as he turned toward Aruna.
"Hurry up!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
Aruna swiftly tightened the reins, urging the sun chariot into the sky.
But Narasimha was closing in fast.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
The beast opened his mouth wide, unleashing an overwhelming gust of violent wind, as if a cosmic storm had descended upon the battlefield. No matter how fast the divine horse galloped, it was no match for the relentless fury of the storm. The chariot was pulled backward, sucked into Narasimha's massive mouth.
Surya's face contorted in despair, his fists clenched as he realized the hopelessness of their situation.
Ahhh! I hate the lack of horsepower!
The scene unfolded before the Devas of Brahmaloka, who watched in stunned silence. Their faces were frozen in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. The air was thick with a sense of dread, as though the very fabric of reality was on the verge of unraveling.
"He shouldn't be able to come to Brahmaloka, right?" Agni spoke up, his voice tinged with unease.
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