Chapter 16: The Wrath of the Military

Nevada Desert Military Base – Control Room

Sirens blared across the facility. Security footage glitched uncontrollably, showing distorted images of Karna floating in the air and Krishna standing at his side, an enigmatic smile on his lips.

Thompson gritted his teeth. "I don't know what this guy is, but I'll be damned if I let him walk out with our only link to the time rift!"

"Deploy ALL units!"

Soldiers poured into the facility, their armored boots thudding against the steel floors. Drones buzzed to life, scanning Krishna and Karna, trying to lock onto their heat signatures.

Krishna turned to Karna. "Would you like to see the might of the Kali Yuga, Karna?"

Karna smirked, flexing his hands as golden energy swirled around them. "Show me, Vasudeva."

The air shook as the first round of bullets screamed toward them.

But before a single one could land—

Krishna simply raised his hand.

The bullets froze in mid-air.

Suspended, motionless—as if time itself had stopped.

The soldiers stared, horrified. This was not physics. This was something beyond comprehension.

Then, with a simple flick of his wrist, Krishna sent the bullets flying back—embedding themselves into the walls behind the soldiers.

Chaos erupted.

"FIRE EVERYTHING!"

From above, Apache helicopters roared into the base, their hellfire missiles locked onto Krishna and Karna.

Karna stepped forward, his eyes burning with battle-lust.

"Allow me, Krishna," he said, extending his hand.

A sudden roar of golden energy erupted from his palm—pure, raw power—and with a mighty thrust, he sent it hurtling toward the sky.

BOOM.

The explosion ripped through the air, sending helicopters spiraling out of control. The shockwave shattered windows for miles.

The soldiers on the ground had no hope.

Karna walked through the chaos, bullets bouncing off his golden armor like raindrops.

A tank rumbled forward, its cannon aimed directly at him.

"FIRE!"

A shell blasted toward Karna.

He caught it—barehanded.

And then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw it back.

The tank exploded into a fireball, its metal carcass flipping into the air like a toy.

Thompson and Carter watched in sheer terror.

"We… We are NOT equipped for this," Carter whispered.

Thompson had no words.

In the middle of the destruction, Krishna remained untouched.

He simply walked forward, smiling as though he were watching a play unfold.

Then, finally, he spoke again.

"Enough."

And with one word, the battlefield froze.

The fire stopped mid-air. The smoke hung like statues in the sky. The soldiers stood paralyzed, their eyes wide in fear.

Thompson's voice choked in his throat.

Krishna turned to Karna.

"Shall we return?"

Karna exhaled slowly, looking at the fallen soldiers. "They are warriors, Vasudeva. But not of our world."

Krishna nodded. "Then let us leave them to their own fate."

He raised his hand.

And in a blinding flash of light, they vanished.