Krishna, silent until now, finally spoke. He turned to Arjuna, his voice calm yet heavy.
"Partha, lay down your bow."
"But, Madhava—"
"This battle was already destined. These warriors… are not of our world. They have crossed Yugas. And now, I must set things right."
Krishna rose from the chariot. His form shimmered, revealing his Vishwarupa—his universal form. The modern soldiers stopped firing, their weapons useless in the face of the divine.
Captain David and his men fell to their knees, unable to comprehend the infinite cosmos swirling before them.
Krishna smiled gently. "Return to your time, warriors. This Yuga is not yours to fight."
A mere wave of his hand, and the sky tore apart once more.
The modern soldiers were pulled into the vortex, their screams swallowed by the void.