A few miles away, Karna stood before Duryodhana, Bhishma, and Dronacharya.
Duryodhana, still furious from Karna's earlier refusal, clenched his fists. "Are you with us or against us?"
Karna's golden armor glowed faintly in the moonlight. He looked down at his hands—hands that had once held a bow of honor—but now had held a weapon from another age.
He had seen the future of war.
And he despised it.
"No, Duryodhana." Karna's voice was firm, unshaken. "I fight for dharma. Not for destruction."
Duryodhana's face twisted in rage. "TRAITOR!"
He drew his sword, ready to strike.
But before he could…
A voice echoed from behind them.
"You do not have the luxury of fighting amongst yourselves anymore."
The modern soldiers emerged from the darkness, their weapons reformed into new, deadlier prototypes.
Their leader, Captain Reynolds, walked forward—staring directly at Karna.
"We're done with the god," Reynolds said coldly. "We just need you."
Karna stepped forward, golden armor glistening.
"You dare stand before warriors of dharma and speak of taking me?"
Lt. Sarah Vaughn, gripping her sidearm, muttered, "Yeah, this one's definitely got a god complex."
Dronacharya and Bhishma drew their weapons, ready to fight.
But Reynolds smiled.
Because they had brought something even Karna and Bhishma had never seen before.
Mechs.
From the portal behind them, massive mechanical war machines emerged—taller than war elephants, their guns gleaming under the moonlight.
🔥💥 WAR WAS COMING. 💥🔥
And for the first time in history, the gods would fight against machines.