Chapter 26 - 24: MEGHAVARNA: I’LL COME BACK—!
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After weeks of travel—Devara finally stood before
Mahendragiri Mountain.
Tall. Silent. Watching him back.
"...."
"...."
"...."
He exhaled. Then climbed.
-Sigh!
At the peak—A swish cut through the air.
An arrow. Perfectly placed.
There—Stood Karna
Practicing his archery. Behind him—A towering figure.
Eyes sharp. Presence heavy.
Lord Parashurama
Before Devara even spoke—Parashurama turned.
"I knew you would come..."
A pause.
"...but not this soon."
Devara stepped forward. Bowed deeply.
Parashurama nodded hearing him. Blessed him.
-Nod!
"...."
😄 A Friend Reunited
Karna turned—Paused—Then his eyes lit up.
"Devara!"
He ran forward. Excited.
"What are you doing here?!"
Before Devara could answer—Lord Parashurama spoke.
"He is here... to learn."
Without delay—Parashurama handed Devara an axe.
And walked him down the mountain.
To a place that felt... Wrong.
Before them—A vast land of thorn trees.
Twisted. Poisonous. Alive.
"Clear this."
A calm voice. But with a command in it.
"Before sunset."
Devara blinked looked at the trees. Then looked at the endless grove.
-Blink!
"...."
Then at the axe.
But—He didn’t argue. He nodded.
-Nod!
The axe fell. A tree split cleanly.
-SWISH!
Effortless. A small smile formed on Devara’s face.
"This is easy—"
The tree... Grew back. Not just restored—Stronger. Thicker.
Devara froze looking at it.
"...."
Then looked around. Every tree—Was watching.
He swung again. And again. And again.
Trees fell. Trees rose. Stronger. Sharper.
Morning—Turned to noon.
Noon—To evening. The sun began to fall.
Devara’s swings grew heavier as frustration began to take a toll on him.
But the blessing from the chain calmed him down.
He moved Faster. More force.
But the result—Didn’t change. Anything.
Cut. Grow. Cut. Grow.
Not random. Consistent.
Around his neck—The pearl chain shimmered faintly.
The blessing of Yamuna. Activated quietly.
His racing thoughts—Slowed. Cleared.
"...."
Devara stopped swinging.
For the first time—He looked. Not at the trees. But at the pattern.
These weren’t enemies.
They were... A lesson.
Cutting blindly—Only made them stronger.
Devara stopped swinging his axe.
Not his body—His approach.
His eyes moved differently now.
"...."
Not chasing the trees—But studying them. To find a way to deal with them.
The time is very limited.
Then—He saw it. The roots. Not buried deep.
Exposed.
Spreading across the surface like veins.
The blessing of Yamuna Worked silently.
His thoughts aligned.
’They’re not regenerating ...they’re reconnecting.’
This time—He didn’t aim high. He swung his axe low.
-WHOOSH!
The axe bit into the roots. Deep. The tree fell.
He didn’t move. Watched. Seconds passed...
Nothing.
That tree. It didn’t grow back.
A grin spread across his face.
-Grin!
"Got you."
Now—Every swing had purpose.
No wasted motion. No blind effort.
Roots. Always the roots.
Trees fell—And stayed fallen.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The sun dipped.
Golden light fading into red. One last grove remained.
Devara raised the axe—And struck.
-BAM!!!
The final tree fell. And did not rise again.
Devara laughed—A pure, excited shout.
"-YAHHHH!!!"
Not for strength—But for understanding.
From behind—Lord Parashurama stepped forward.
Silent. Observing.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Devara turned—Still smiling—
"No matter how strong the enemy is—If you find their weakness ...you can defeat them."
Parashurama didn’t smile.
"...."
But his eyes—Approved.
They walked back. The mountain felt different now.
Less like a trial—More like a teacher.
At the top—Karna waited.
"...."
With fruits prepared for Devara.
Simple. But warm.
"You’re back!"
Karna grinned looking at Devara who smiled back at him.
-Grin!
They sat together—Eating.
While eating Karna spoke—How he came. How he persisted.
How Lord Parashurama. Didn’t accept him at first.
But he stayed.
Didn’t leave. Didn’t give up.
And earned his place.
Devara after hearing Karna’s story he shared his own.
Training under Sage Durvasa
The hardships he faced. The discipline he needed.
"...."
And now—Here. To continue his training under Guru Parasurama.
From that day—Under Lord Parashurama
Devara trained his body.
Not with grand weapons. Not with astras.
But—Logs. Endless logs.
Days Blurred...
Morning. Swing.
Afternoon. Swing.
Evening. Swing.
Again. Again. Again.
His hands hardened.
His breathing sharpened. His body adapted.
But more importantly—His mind quieted.
"...."
One day—Mid-swing—He heard it. A voice. Low. Faint.
"Devara..."
The axe paused.
He turned. Nothing. No one.
Just trees. Wind.
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Devara frowned slightly looking around.
-Frown!
"Did I imagine it...?"
But something lingered. That feeling—Of being called. Not loudly.
But personally.
After Four Months...
The training continued. And grew harsher.
More logs. Less rest. Sharper expectations.
Yet—That voice... Returned. Not often. But enough.
Always distant. Always waiting.
Thanks to the blessing of Goddess Yamuna
Devara didn’t panic. Didn’t chase it blindly.
"...."
He simply... Noticed. Continued his training.
One day—As he was cutting logs as usual—A voice called again.
But this time—It wasn’t the whisper.
It was real.
"Devara."
He turned to look at his guru.
Parashurama stood there.
Watching. By his side. Two bags. Heavy. Wrapped.
"Deliver these. To Sage Rishyasringa. He waits in a nearby village. At a temple ofShiva."
His eyes sharpened as he looked at Devara.
"Do not open them."
Simple. Clear.
Devara nodded his head with serious expression.
-Nod!
No questions. No curiosity—At least outwardly.
He took the bags. Turned.
And began descending Mahendragiri Mountain.
Two bags in hand. Mind steady. Steps calm.
Unaware—That eyes were already on him.
A sudden darkness. A shadow—Cut across his path.
Devara looked up to see what it was.
"...."
And saw—Garutraaksha coming at him.
No hesitation. No thought.
Devara rolled avoiding the strike.
Just as claws tore through the space where he stood.
But—That wasn’t all.
A second attack came.
Silent. Invisible.
"...."
A blade of wind—From Meghavarnaa who want’s to tear the brat who bullied her husband.
Before it could strike—Golden light burst.
-BAM!
The Parvati Kavach manifested on Devara’s body.
Radiant. Unyielding.
The wind blade hit—And shattered.
Then—Returned. Faster. Sharper.
Back at the one who initiated the attack.
It struck Meghavarnaa who got off guard.
A clean slice.
-SWISH!
Her nose—Severed at the edge.
"KYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Her cry tore through the air. Pain. Rage. Shock.
Garutraaksha froze instinctively as he remembered the past.
His face—Pale.
Because he couldn’t forget how he got humiliated by this kid.
But Devara—Didn’t attack. He looked at them. Confused.
"Why are you attacking me?"
Meghavarnaa snarled hearing Devara’s acts confused—
"Don’t act innocent! You attacked my husband! Bullied him!"
Silence.
"...."
Devara blinked. Once. Then frowned.
-Blink!
-Frown!
"I... didn’t. I don’t even know him."
Simple. Direct. Unshaken.
Meghavarnaa paused hearing how convincing the kid was.
Her anger—Stuttered. His tone is confident like he was telling her the truth.
She slowly turned—To her husband.
"...."
Garutraaksha looked away. Avoiding her gaze. Sweat forming all over his body.
"...."
The pieces aligned. The lies. The exaggeration. The "overpowered brat."
Her expression darkened looking at her husband who was now avoiding looking at her.
Not at Devara. At him.
"You said he attacked you."
A dangerous calm.
"You said he bullied you."
Garutraaksha took a step back. Slowly. Because now—The storm wasn’t aimed at Devara.
It was turning. Towards him.
Under the open sky—Garutraaksha broke.
No more lies. He spoke everything.
The river. The failures. The humiliation. For six months.
With each word—Meghavarnaa changed.
Her anger—Didn’t fade. It deepened.
"So... You failed."
Her gaze snapped to Devara.
Sharp. Deadly.
"Then I’ll fix it."
She pointed at him. Storm clouds gathered instantly as she decleared.
"You die today."
Her body expanded—Flesh blending into storm.
Lightning crawling across her form.
Half woman. Half raging sky.
Garutraaksha didn’t argue.
Didn’t hesitate. He rose.
Vanished into the storm.
Using it—As cover. As shield. As hunting ground.
Below—Devara stood still.
Not panicked. Not rushed.
"...."
He glanced at his system.
[Karma Balance: 4115]
His mind opened the store.
Scrolling. Weapons? Too slow. Power boosts? Not needed.
They could fly.
They controlled the sky.
He was grounded.
Then—He saw it. A small item.
Simple. A glass bottle.
🫙 [Item: Rakshasa Sealing Vessel
🔒 Seals low-level Rakshasas
🌪️ Creates suction field
⚖️ Requires timing and positioning
💰 Cost: 350 Karma.]
No hesitation. He Purchased immediately.
The bottle appeared in his hand.
Light. Unassuming.
He opened it. And pointed it upward.
Where the two were flying around.
The air twisted immediately. Collapsed inward.
A violent suction—Tore through the storm.
Just after a second.
Meghavarnaa’s expression changed.
"...."
For the first time—Fear.
Her storm body destabilized. Pulled. Dragged.
Garutraaksha lunged. Caught her hand. Hurriedly.
"HOLD ON—!"
He flapped wildly. Fighting the pull.
-Flaps!!!
But—It wasn’t enough.
Their grip slipped. Fingers—Slid.
Then—Broke.
Meghavarnaa was pulled in—Compressed. Contained. Inside the bottle.
🔒 [Final Click]
Devara closed the lid.
Tight. Sealed. The storm—Vanished. Along with it.
The sky cleared. Wind died. Everything—Stopped for a second.
"...."
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Garutraaksha hovered. Alone. Breathing heavily.
-Huff! -Huff!
Looking at the bottle. Then at Devara. Who was holding it.
This wasn’t a child. This wasn’t prey.
This was—Something else entirely.
Who had handled his dangerous wife like nothing and sealed her in a glass jar.
Devara stood still.
"...."
The bottle in his hand—Light.
But heavy with consequence.
Before him—Garutraaksha hovered.
Broken. Desperate.
Devara whistled. Sharp.
-Whistle!!!
The Rakshasa’s attention snapped to him.
Then—Devara raised the bottle.
And rotated it slowly.
Letting him see. Letting him understand.
Garutraaksha’s eyes widened.
"NO—!"
His voice cracked.
Without a word—Devara hurled the bottle.
High. Fast.
-FWOOSH!!!
It cut through the sky—Until—It vanished.
"MEGHAVARNAA—!!"
Garutraaksha screamed looking at the fading bottle in the sky.
Clawing at the air. Chasing nothing.
Inside the bottle—Meghavarnaa raged.
"I’LL COME BACK—!"
"I’LL TEAR YOU APART—!"
Her voice echoed—Then faded. Gone.
The sky cleared. Only one remained.
And even he—Didn’t attack. Because something had shifted.
"...."
Garutraaksha stared at Devara in confusion.
"You... let her go?"
No answer came. Because Devara had already turned.
With a small sigh—He resumed walking.
-Sigh!
Towards the village.
As if—Nothing had happened.
At the village—Near the temple of Shiva Waited Sage Rishyasringa who lord Parasurama as told him about.
Devara delivered the bags.
Without opening them. Without question.
He stepped into the temple.
Offered his prayers to Lord Shiva.
Calm. Grounded.
Task complete—He turned back.
Walking once again toward Mahendragiri Hills.
Once Devara returned to Mahendragiri Mountain.
Calm. Unhurried.
He approached Lord Parashurama
"Guru, I delivered the bags."
A simple report.
Lord Parashurama nodded hearing his words.
-Nod!
No praise. No questions.
Only—
"Continue your training."
Devara let out a small sigh.
-Sigh!
Not frustration—Just acceptance.
And walked back. To the logs.
Swing at the log. Cut it. Stack it.
Again.
The same task.
Meanwhile...
Far away—Garutraaksha searched. Relentless. Obsessive.
For hours—He flew. Scanning.
"...."
Until—He found it.
The Bottle. Resting. Silent.
"...."
But inside—Storm churned. Meghavarnaa Raged.
Garutraaksha grabbed it. Tried to open it.
Pulled. Twisted. Struck it.
Nothing. It didn’t budge.
His breathing grew heavy.
"Why won’t it open?!"
Inside—Her voice echoed.
"STOP WASTING TIME! TAKE ME TO MY BROTHER!"
Her tone sharpened with killing intent.
"He’ll break this! He’ll tear it apart!"
Garutraaksha froze for a moment. Then nodded.
-Nod!
"...."
Because there was only one option left.
He gripped the bottle tightly in his claws.
Spread his wings.
And took off. Faster than before.
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