Chapter 82 Divine Arsenal

Brahma's eyes drifted down to Svarga, the heavenly realm below. White clouds floated lazily, moving in harmony with the tranquil atmosphere. Majestic temples and sparkling palaces gleamed with divine light, while Yakshas and Gandharvas moved gracefully, embodying the perfect order of the realm.

Brahma blinked, his curiosity growing. Something felt off. He focused his divine sight, scanning the area for any sign of disturbance. But all he saw were the peaceful clouds and radiant buildings. Svarga remained calm, untouched by any unrest.

"Asuras?" he muttered to himself, puzzled. "Not even a trace of them in Svarga Loka."

His brows furrowed, the absence of conflict perplexing him. If Svarga remained undisturbed, why had they come here? What was their purpose?

As Brahma contemplated, the Vimanas descended closer to his realm. Indra and his entourage emerged from the topmost tier of the celestial warship, their figures luminous against the golden light. They hovered in the air, hands folded in reverence, before addressing their creator.

"Lord Brahma!" Indra called out, his voice carrying both reverence and pride. "The army has completed its training in Svarga. We owe our success to your teachings over these past years. Today, we have come to present our progress and humbly seek your advice against the upcoming attack from the Asuras."

Brahma's expression softened slightly, though his curiosity lingered. Indra's words were courteous, but his arrival still felt unexpected.

Without hesitation, Indra raised his hand, summoning his divine spear, Amogha, which gleamed with golden brilliance. He pointed it forward with authority, the spear's tip crackling with divine energy.

A flash of lightning erupted from the spear, streaking across the skies like a command. At once, the Gandharvas moved. Driving their sacred chariots and celestial ships, they began to maneuver in disciplined formations, their movements fluid yet precise, each one a testament to their rigorous training.

Brahma watched as the fleet passed by the celestial realm of Brahma Loka, the golden light of their vessels illuminating the heavens. Despite his lingering doubts, he found himself silently admiring the display of unity and power.

Atop the sacred chariot, the Gandharva soldiers moved with grace and precision, each showcasing their mastery of divine martial arts. Sacred spears thrust through the air with a deep, resonant hum. Shields gleamed as they deflected imaginary strikes, their surface reflecting the light like polished mirrors. Swords cut through the air in swift arcs, their blades flashing like lightning. Bows were drawn, and arrows flew with precision, each shot executed with perfect coordination. Every movement was flawless, a testament to their rigorous training and celestial skill.

On the divine ship that followed, ranks of Gandharva soldiers stood on either side, their spears gleaming under the golden light. Alongside them, other Gandharvas played veenas and drums, their music resonating with divine energy, uplifting the morale of the army and enhancing their coordination. 

Brahma, seated on his divine lotus, watched the spectacle unfold. His four faces revealed a rare moment of astonishment, each expression reflecting his thoughts as they worked in unison. For a brief moment, he was caught off guard, his lips parting slightly in wonder.

"This... is for me to see," he murmured, realization dawning upon him.

Beside him, Devi Saraswati blinked her luminous eyes, her beauty rivaling the celestial glow of the performance. Noticing Brahma's surprise, a soft, amused smile graced her lips. The sight of her husband's astonishment filled her with quiet delight.

As the music swelled, a voice broke through the harmony. Surya, the Sun God, stepped forward, his radiant aura casting long shadows.

"The Vimanas can absorb our divine chakra and channel it outward," he said, his tone both thoughtful and eager. "Shall we demonstrate its strength? Perhaps... twice?"

His suggestion sparked immediate excitement among the Devas. Their eyes lit up, curiosity and enthusiasm shining through.

"Brilliant idea!" Vayu chimed in, his energy contagious.

"Indeed!" Agni added, his fiery disposition unmistakable. "This is the Craftsman God's latest creation, infused with stardust from the very essence of Surya. We must test its power!"

"It could prove invaluable against the Asura army," Varuna remarked, his normally calm demeanor giving way to anticipation. For once, even he seemed eager to partake in the display.

Indra, standing at the forefront, couldn't hide his curiosity. His divine spear, Amogha, rested lightly in his grip, as though waiting to be put to use. He glanced toward the massive Vimanas, its golden tiers gleaming like the crown jewel of Svarga.

"Yes," he said finally, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. "Let us see the full might of this celestial warship."

The Devas murmured their agreement, their collective anticipation growing. The Vimanas, the pride of the Svarga, were about to unleash its divine power. All eyes turned toward the vessel, eager to witness the spectacle that would soon unfold.

The celestial warship, the Vimanas, was the latest marvel crafted by Vishvakarma, the divine architect. It was a weapon of unparalleled brilliance, designed for the Devas' defense but never before tested. Today, in the safety of Brahma Loka, they had the perfect opportunity to unleash its power.

"Excellent!" Indra exclaimed, his commanding voice cutting through the air. "Let's test the might of this warship!"

The other Devas murmured in agreement, their divine energy buzzing with excitement. Indra raised his hand, signaling the start of the demonstration. He, too, was eager to see the potential of Vishvakarma's masterpiece.

"Follow me," Surya said with a bright grin. "From the top floor, we can channel our power into the Vimanas and control its full potential."

Indra and the Devas soared back to the Vimanas, their movements swift and graceful. Inside, they ascended to the highest level of the celestial vessel, where a grand throne awaited them. Each Deva took their seat, divine energy coursing through their hands as they channeled their power into the ship's core.

Even Brahma and Devi Saraswati, seated at a distance, watched with keen interest. The air buzzed with anticipation.

"What are they planning?" Saraswati murmured, her curiosity mirrored in Brahma's thoughtful expression.

"I'll go first!" Vayu declared eagerly. Without waiting for approval, he surged his divine power into the ship.

The effect was immediate. A powerful wind began to stir around the Vimanas, growing in intensity with each passing moment. What started as a soft breeze quickly transformed into a raging storm, the air crackling with energy. The storm condensed, forming an arrow of concentrated wind—a shimmering projectile that pulsated with destructive power.

With a sharp whistle, the wind arrow shot forward, its velocity increasing exponentially. First, it transformed into the shape of a white horse galloping through the air, then shifted into the sleek form of an antelope. Finally, with a deafening roar, it struck its target in the far distance, exploding with such force that it sent shockwaves rippling through the void.

Suddenly, a sharp sound like tearing silk filled the air. The void itself split open, and four massive hands appeared, gripping the edges of the tear and forcing it wider. A passage began to form, glowing ominously.

From the rift emerged Hayagriva, his equine head peeking cautiously into Brahma Loka. His eyes scanned his surroundings, his deep voice murmuring, "Where is this...?"

Before he could finish, the violent gusts from Vayu's unleashed power slammed into him with terrifying force.

"Ahhh!!!" Hayagriva bellowed, his voice echoing as he was thrown back into the void, the winds chasing him with unrelenting fury.

The Devas exchanged wide-eyed looks of astonishment, while Brahma and Saraswati stared in stunned silence. The Vimanas' power had not only pierced the heavens but disrupted the barriers of reality itself.

"What incredible might," Indra whispered, gripping his divine spear tighter. "This warship... it is truly a creation of the divine."

The atmosphere buzzed with exhilaration and unease as the Devas began to comprehend the extent of their celestial weapon's power. The Vimanas, though awe-inspiring, were also a force capable of altering the very fabric of existence.

In the periphery of his vision, Hayagriva caught a flash of movement—a massive black arrow streaking through the air above him. Moments later, a deafening explosion rang out, like the clash of Svarga with the earth itself. Wild gusts of wind erupted, scattering in every direction.

The cold, biting wind struck him with such force that Hayagriva's mane whipped violently in the air. His eyes widened in surprise and astonishment as he tried to make sense of the overwhelming scene before him.

The celestial army stretched out before him, gleaming and vast—an endless sea of warriors, arranged in row after row, so densely packed they seemed almost innumerable.

Dong, dong, dong...

The rhythmic pounding of veenas and the resonating beats of drums filled the air, their sounds merging into a thunderous war chant that reverberated throughout the heavens.

But what truly struck fear into Hayagriva's heart was the colossal golden spaceship floating just ahead of the army. The very same ship from which the black wind arrow had been fired. It gleamed with an ominous light, a symbol of power, unlike anything he had encountered.

Could it be? Hayagriva thought, his breath quickening. Have they discovered my plan?

His mind raced, his thoughts turning dark. Have they prepared an entire army to ambush me here?

His body began to tremble with cold sweat, his mane still fluttering wildly in the relentless wind.

"Quickly!" he shouted, voice urgent. "Let's move!"

Behind him, Madhu and Kaitambha urged him forward. The two of them shoved him from behind, pushing him with all their strength. Hayagriva stumbled but regained his footing just in time to step forward, crossing the space and entering Brahma Loka.

Whoosh!

The fabric of reality seemed to tear apart as they slipped into the sacred realm. In an instant, the three of them materialized inside Brahma Loka.

A chill swept over them, and Kaitambha shuddered. "Why is it so cold here?" he muttered, his eyes darting around in confusion.

Turning around, he froze. A massive black hurricane loomed behind them, swirling with terrifying force.

"Why are the Devas here?!" Madhu exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the celestial army arrayed before them.

The Devas, watching from their golden Vimanas, couldn't help but smile at the sight of the three intruders.

"This is truly remarkable!"

"As expected from the Vishvakarma, his creations are unparalleled!"

"Indeed, and with my divine chakra added, it can only be a masterpiece," Varuna boasted a sense of pride in his voice.

As he spoke, the Water God's divine power surged into the Vimanas.

"I'm ready!" Varuna declared, his tone eager.

In the Vimanas, invisible waves of water spread outward, rippling across the space in an instant. But then, everything fell eerily still.

"Strange, nothing is happening!" Vayu observed, his voice laced with surprise.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Sulie added, clearly puzzled.

Varuna frowned, sensing his divine power had dissipated without effect.

Had his chakra been wasted?

"Is it broken?" he muttered, his brow furrowing in concern.

Indra, too, appeared confused. He glanced at Surya.

"Didn't Surya ask the Vishvakarma for an operating manual for each deva?" Indra remarked with an air of disbelief. How could it be so difficult to operate?

"Who cares?" Agni interjected, his impatience evident. "It's my turn now!"

With a grin, Agni's divine power erupted, flowing into the Vimanas like a torrent of flame.

Boom!

In that instant, a light mirror appeared before the Devas, its surface shimmering with ethereal brilliance. Three red dots blinked ominously on the mirror, casting a strange glow across the room.

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