The world shook.
Kali's shadowy form loomed over the battlefield, his presence warping reality itself. The sky above Kurukshetra turned black, rippling like liquid night.
Krishna stood his ground, his golden aura clashing against the abyssal darkness. But even he, the avatar of Vishnu, knew that this was no ordinary battle.
This was no longer a war between men.
This was a war between gods.
"Arjuna," Krishna's voice was calm, but Arjuna could hear the unspoken urgency. "The fate of existence is shifting. We must act. Now."
Arjuna, bloodied yet unyielding, tightened his grip on Gandiva. "Tell me what needs to be done."
Krishna turned his gaze to the sky.
"We call the Devas