The War Begins, But Destiny Bows

Dawn cracked across Kurukshetra like a divine drumbeat.

Warriors aligned. The sky grew dark with tension.

Flags fluttered—Kauravas in pride, Pandavas in fire.

The conch of Krishna, Panchajanya, echoed across realms.

But as the war was about to begin, a pillar of divine light touched the center of the battlefield.

And from that light stepped Aryan.

Not bound to Pandava or Kaurava. Not armed with bow or blade.

But wrapped in glowing threads of karma, fate, and unchained potential.

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System Broadcast (Visible to All Warriors):

> [WARNING: Timeline Interference Detected]

[Entity Identified: Aryan – Status: Multiversal Protector]

[Role: Dharma Custodian. Neutral Force. Cannot be attacked unless provoked.]

[All Divine Weapons: Temporarily Synced to Aryan's Awareness]

[Time Flux Status: Locked – No one dies until Aryan permits fate's flow]

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Krishna's eyes sparkled with deeper amusement now.

Duryodhana scowled. "What trick is this?! Who dares to walk between armies?"

Bhishma narrowed his eyes. "This… is not a man. He is a test for all of us."

Karna, gripping his bow, whispered, "I've seen gods. But this… this is something else."

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Aryan raised his hand.

The air silenced.

> "I am not here to stop war. I am here to ensure that this war—does not kill the soul of Bharat."

He then raised his palm—and the first divine act unfolded.

Two meteors flew from either side: one from Arjuna, one from Karna—unstoppable, astras charged with years of rage.

Aryan raised a finger.

Stopped both. Mid-air.

Absorbed them.

Transformed them into white flowers, raining petals over the battlefield.

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Even Krishna stood still.

> "He just disarmed karma…"

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System Update:

> [Skill Learned: Astra Conversion – Violence to Dharma Energy]

[Moral Clarity Pulse Unlocked – Lowers aggression across all combatants]

[Title Unlocked: Yugashura – The One Who Fights With Peace]

[All factions' morale: +400% Pandava, -120% Kaurava, +100% Civilians]

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But not all would stand aside.

From the ranks of the Kauravas, Karna stepped forward.

Eyes fierce. Voice calm.

> "Aryan. I respect you. But if you fight me… you must still be ready to be broken."

Aryan smiled faintly.

> "No, Karna. I don't want to fight you. I want to show you what you were meant to be."

He extended his hand—not with challenge.

But with forgiveness.