Chapter 2: The Arrival of the Iron Soldiers

From the belly of the flying metal creatures, strange warriors emerged—clad in armor blacker than the night, faces hidden behind smooth, glass-like masks. They carried rods that spat fire and thunder, cutting down the mightiest of warriors as if they were mere insects.

"Rakshasas!" cried Dronacharya, watching his soldiers fall. "These are no mere men!"

"They do not fight with bows! Nor do they carry swords!" Bhima growled, gripping his mace.

Arjuna, standing beside Krishna, turned to his divine charioteer. "Madhava, what sorcery is this?"

Krishna did not answer immediately. His eyes, as vast as the cosmos itself, flickered with divine wisdom. "This is beyond even my design. These warriors… they are of another time."

From the horizon, more of these iron beasts arrived—massive chariots without horses, rolling on wheels of black steel. Their sides bore markings in an unknown script: "U.S. ARMY".

Inside one of the monstrous vehicles, Captain David Carter of the United States Military gripped the radio. "Command, this is Echo-1. Do you read? We have… we have no idea where the hell we are."

Static answered him. His team—composed of elite soldiers from the 21st century—was as bewildered as he was.

One of his men, Corporal Ramirez, cursed. "Sir… we were in a desert in the Middle East. How the hell did we end up in an ancient battlefield?"

David had no answer. He only knew one thing—every soldier on the battlefield was dressed like they belonged in a Hindu epic.

And worse… they were coming straight for them.