As the Pashupatastra left Arjuna's bow, the very fabric of space ripped apart.
A cosmic vortex formed in the sky, and from it, a voice echoed across the universe.
"WHO DARES TO SUMMON MY WRATH?"
The battlefield froze.
And then, in a flash of blinding light, Lord Shiva himself descended.
🔥 His eyes burned with fury.🔥 His Trishul crackled with divine power.🔥 Even Kaali-Raaj took a step back.
Shiva's gaze fell upon the battlefield, upon the chaos, upon the war that had shattered time itself.
And then he spoke.
"This war ends now."
And with a single strike of his Trishul—
💥 Reality itself shattered.