บท 23: Chapter 22
Deep within the dark and treacherous depths of the dungeon, Nitish battled his way through hordes of twin-headed ogres. The air was thick with tension as he moved swiftly, his every strike aimed with precision and purpose. The clash of steel and the echoes of his adversaries' roars filled the cavernous space.
As Nitish pressed forward, his heart pounded with the thrill of the hunt. He had ventured into the dungeon with a single-minded determination to rid the forest of the menacing ogre army. His training under Karna had prepared him well, and he fought with unwavering focus and skill.
As he cleared each level of the dungeon, the challenges grew fiercer. The twin-headed ogres attacked relentlessly, their massive axes swinging with brute force. Nitish dodged and parried, his movements fluid and calculated. But with every victory, he felt a lingering unease, as if something ominous lurked in the shadows.
Finally, on the deepest level of the dungeon, Nitish encountered a mysterious figure. The figure stood tall, cloaked in darkness, and radiated an aura of power and melancholy. Nitish's heart skipped a beat, a sharp pain piercing his chest. It was as if an invisible force had struck him, a wave of familiarity and pain washing over him.
Without a word, the figure launched into an attack. Nitish found himself on the defensive, desperately trying to evade the figure's swift and precise strikes. He fought with all his might, his kavachh and kundalas providing a shield against the onslaught. But the figure seemed relentless, overpowering Nitish at every turn.
Blood trickled down Nitish's face, his vision blurred by the intensity of the battle. The figure's attacks were ruthless and unrelenting. In the midst of the chaos, Nitish refused to yield, drawing strength from the teachings of Karna and his own unwavering determination.
As Nitish fought back, his strikes fueled by the power of his kavachh and kundalas, he noticed a subtle change in the figure's demeanor. The attacks suddenly ceased, and the figure stepped back, a mixture of pain and recognition etched across his face.
Curiosity and caution mingled within Nitish as he cautiously approached the enigmatic figure. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with both exhaustion and resolve.
The figure's pained expression transformed into a bittersweet smile. "I am Parasurama," he replied, his voice laced with a sense of weariness and regret. "I was the teacher of Karna."
Nitish's eyes widened in astonishment. The revelation of Parasurama's identity stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him. The tales of Parasurama's unmatched prowess and the impact he had on Karna's life were etched deeply in his consciousness.
"Why have you attacked me?" Nitish asked, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in his voice.
Parasurama sighed, a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders. "I believed that overpowering you would bring an end to the cycle of warriors causing destruction," he explained. "But as I witnessed your resilience and determination, I realized that your actions are driven by a desire for justice and protection, not mere aggression."
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