Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Bhumi-Devi's Request
Simhika's radiant eyes dulled, her expression blank and dazed, as hesitation clouded her delicate features.
"Besides, Svarbhanu is a master of Maya!" Viprachitti reminded her, his tone resolute. "In this chaos, no one will be able to find him."
He stepped closer, his voice calm but insistent. "Let's go. He's clever—perhaps he'll reach home before us."
Simhika snapped out of her stupor at his words. She turned to her husband, her gaze helpless, her pink lips pressed together in thought. Slowly, she nodded.
She was more than just a mother; she was a strategist, and now was the time to stay composed.
"I just hope Svarbhanu is safe..." she murmured, her voice tinged with quiet worry.
Together, they melted into the retreating Asura army, blending seamlessly into the crowd as they began their escape.
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"Victory!"
"We've won!"
The jubilant voices of the Gandharvas echoed through the sky, their triumphant cries resounding across the Kshira Sagara. Joyful laughter and dancing filled the air, celebrating their victory.
Among the Gandharvas, one armored in golden gear raised a magical weapon high, his eyes glinting with both cunning and confusion, mixed with a look of pride.
"Foolish Gandharvas!" he muttered to himself. "They haven't yet seen the full power of my Maya. All I need to do is follow them back, and with my illusionary maya, I can drink the Amrita too, and become immortal!"
He smirked, his mind racing with ambition. "I will be the first Asura to drink the Amrita. And once I do, the throne of the Patalaloka will be mine forever!"
"Everyone praises King Danava Puloman for his intelligence, but compared to me, he's a fool!"
Svarbhanu felt a surge of excitement, shaking his shoulders in glee. Unlike the foolish Asuras, who only knew how to act on brute force, he knew how to use his intellect to his advantage.
Meanwhile, Varaha's actions remained uninterrupted. He waded through the milk sea, his focus unbroken, as he made his way toward Kurma.
Clasping his hands together, Varaha suddenly lifted the massive Mandara Mountain.
With a powerful whoosh, Kurma transformed into a flash of golden light and soared into the distance.
Deep in the Milky Sea, Vasuki sensed the movement. His many heads swayed slightly, each spitting out snake-like messages, understanding what Vishnu's incarnation was about to do.
Mandara Mountain, the pillar of the Triloka, stood at the center axis of the Triloka, spanning Svarga, Patalaloka, and the Bhuloka. It was time for the mountain to return to its rightful place.
In the tusks of Varaha, Mandara Mountain was torn from the back of the turtle. As Varaha trampled across the milk sea, he gazed upwards, heading straight for the void above.
Boom!
A cataclysmic earthquake rippled through the Triloka. Mandara Mountain stretched across billions of layers of space, cutting through Pataloka, the human world, and Svarga, returning to its rightful center.
"Thank you, Lord Vishnu!"
Varaha smiled, revealing his two sharp fangs. He clasped his hands together, transformed into a beam of golden light, and disappeared.
"It's finally over!" Devi Lakshmi sighed with relief. Her face, radiant like the moon, gleamed with a soft smile. Her cheeks glistened slightly with warmth as she held Vishnu's hand, her joy evident in her expression.
Vishnu blinked, looking at her fondly. "There are still a few things left, but I trust that the Indra and the devas will take care of them."
His gaze met Lakshmi's, and with a slow, deliberate gesture, he raised his hand. Light began to pour from his palm. Wherever the light touched, a vast, clear space unfolded.
The sea of clouds rippled and danced in the newly formed space, sweet melodies echoed in the air, and auspicious colors filled the sky. Flowers bloomed, their vibrant petals swaying in the breeze. Thousands of golden gates appeared, gleaming brilliantly, leading straight toward a magnificent palace.
"What a breathtaking sight! Where is this place?" Goddess Lakshmi exclaimed, covering her lips in surprise.
"Vaikuntha," Vishnu replied with a warm smile. "I call it Vaikuntha. This is the place we'll return to. Our home"
He took her hand gently, guiding her toward the beautiful palace that awaited them.
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Peace had finally returned to Triloka.
In the human world, however, violent tremors shook the land. The colossal Mandara Mountain swiftly pierced through the human world, returning to its rightful position at the center once again.
"Mandara Mountain has returned to its original position!" Indra thought, his mind racing.
While Mandara Mountain had been restored, the battlefield where the war had raged remained in ruins. The earth was cracked into countless jagged pieces, pitted and scarred. Trees were uprooted, and animals were trampled underfoot by the chaos.
Endless waves of seawater began flooding the broken land.
The Goddess of Earth, Bhumi, her delicate face filled with concern, tilted her head slightly. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and looked at Indra with pleading eyes.
"Indra, I pray that you use your divine power to restore the earth!" Bhumi implored.
Indra hovered in the air, his hand resting on his waist. With a confident wave of his hand, he responded in a relaxed tone, "Do not worry, Lord Vishnu will take care of everything."
Now that Vishnu had vanquished Hiranyakashipu in another incarnation, Indra believed the rest of the aftermath would also be handled by Vishnu's divine power.
Bhumi nodded gratefully, and the two of them joined the other Devas.
At that moment, Vayu rode in on his divine chariot drawn by Wind Horses. He rushed toward the Devas and announced loudly, "Varaha has left Mandara Mountain after returning it to its place. I do not know where he has gone now. Plus the Asura army has run away to Pataloka."
Indra's expression faltered. "Ha, so everyone has left?"
Indra was momentarily taken aback. Varaha had disappeared after defeating Hiranyakashia. Would they now be left to clean up the mess in the human world?
"Could you not pray to Lord Vishnu for help?" Indra inquired, his tone carrying a hint of frustration.
Surya furrowed his brow slightly and responded, "I have offered my prayers and asked for help, but the Lord Vishnu has yet to answer."
At this, a subtle unease crept over Indra.
What is the Preserver of the World doing? If he is not intervening to restore the balance of the earth, why has he suddenly withdrawn from our reach? Could it be... that he is preoccupied elsewhere? Indra glanced at Bhumi, who was looking at him expectantly, her face filled with pleading concern.
"Indra..." Bhumi's voice was soft, almost pitiful.
It seemed they were the only ones left to take action.
"Let's help the Bhumi-devi restore the earth. It's our responsibility as the devas," Indra said, his voice firm.
He turned his gaze downward, taking in the devastation below. After the battle, the human world had been torn apart. Some land had sunk beneath the sea, while other pieces had broken off into islands. Only seven relatively large sections of land remained, encircling Mount Mandara.
"Devas, we must reunite these Continents," Indra commanded.
"Yes!" The Devas responded in unison.
Varunadev controlled the floodwaters, forcing the sea to retreat. Agnidev extinguished the fires still smoldering in the mountains. The Surya, Vayu, and Soma joined by Indra, worked together to piece the islands back into the fractured earth.
Boom!
Indra's divine power surged from his hands, transforming into ropes of thunder and lightning, lifting the islands from the sea and setting them back into place on the earth.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces... Although the islands were vast, they were nothing before the combined strength of the Devas.
As the Devas worked, the shattered earth slowly came together, forming seven broad continents around Mount Mandara.
"Finally done!" Indra exclaimed after several months of hard work. His eyes brightened, and he let out a relieved sigh.
Through these months of effort, his power had grown significantly, accumulating at a pace far quicker than usual. The divine energy he'd gathered now felt as though it had taken nearly a hundred years to amass.
"That's good too!" Indra thought to himself, gazing at the results with pride.
Mount Mandara now stood at the heart of the human world, surrounded by the Seven Continents.
The northern continent was vast, its terrain undulating with mountains stretching in all directions. The eastern continent was crescent-shaped, while the western continent mirrored its form, creating a striking contrast. The southern continent resembled the shape of a chariot.
This southern land was especially fortunate, as much of its life had survived the destruction, with towering Jambu trees flourishing here.
Indra's gaze sharpened, his focus narrowing on the seven continents below. An inexplicable sense of familiarity washed over him, striking his mind with sudden intensity.
"Isn't this..."
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