Chapter 6: The Aftermath in Kurukshetra

Pandava Camp – That Night

The war had resumed, but the memory of the iron warriors lingered.

Arjuna sat beside Krishna, his mind troubled. "Madhava, who were those warriors? Their chariots needed no horses. Their weapons roared like thunder. Their metal demons spat fire."

Krishna smiled, looking into the distance. "They were men of a future age—of Kali Yuga."

Bhima, sharpening his mace, grunted. "They did not fight like warriors. They hid behind their iron machines, striking from afar. No courage, no dharma. How do they even call themselves men?"

"They do not fight for dharma," Krishna said softly. "They fight for power, for borders drawn on maps. They have forgotten that war is meant to uphold righteousness."

Yudhishthira, ever the wise one, sighed. "Then why did you spare them, Madhava? If they have lost dharma, would it not have been better if they perished here?"

Krishna chuckled, his eyes filled with mystery. "They do not belong to this age. The burden of Kali Yuga is their own. If they had stayed, they would have unraveled time itself."

Sahadeva, who often understood things beyond human comprehension, whispered, "But they will return, won't they?"

Krishna's smile faded slightly. "Perhaps. If man continues his reckless pursuit of power… the past and the future may collide once more."

Arjuna clenched his fists. "If they return, will we be ready?"

Krishna's gaze softened. "It is not us who should prepare, Partha. It is them."