Chapter 142: Chapter 141: Varga’s Suspicion... Ritual Preparation Completed...
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Hearing his wife Gandhari’s declaration.
Confident.
Certain.
Devara already expected it.
Unfortunately for her, he shook his head.
"No."
Gandhari frowned hearing his refusal.
"No?"
The Devara calmly sat beside her.
"This journey is different."
"I will be travelling as an ordinary man."
"There will be no royal entourage."
"No banners."
"No comforts."
"No queen accompanying me."
The queen clearly disliked the answer.
Very much.
The discussion continued for quite some time.
Gandhari argued back finding a way to accompany him.
Devara countered it back with a chuckle.
Satyavati quietly watched the exchange while enjoying herself far too much.
Eventually the queen sighed.
She knew she would not win.
The Devara gently took her hand.
"While I am away, I want you to govern."
That immediately caught her attention.
Devara continued.
"You already sit beside me as an equal."
"Now I want you to rule in my absence."
Gandhari looked genuinely surprised.
"...."
Devara smiled seeing her reaction.
"Mother Satyavati will be here."
He glanced toward Rajmata Satyavati.
"Her experience will guide you."
Satyavati nodded approvingly.
-Nod!
The queen remained silent for several moments.
Then slowly nodded.
Though not without reluctance.
The next challenge proved far more difficult.
His other wives.
When Devara arrived at their chambers and informed them of his journey, the reaction was immediate.
Five voices protested simultaneously.
Varga.
Saurabheyi.
Samichi.
Vudvuda.
Lata.
Not one of them approved.
Not even slightly.
"You are travelling alone?"
"No."
Devara corrected them with a sigh.
"Shakuni is coming."
That somehow made things worse.
The Apsara sisters immediately exchanged suspicious looks.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Varga folded her arms.
"That does not answer the question."
The king already knew where this was heading.
Sure enough—
"We are coming too."
"No."
Five identical frowns appeared.
The Devara repeated himself.
"No."
The room erupted into complaints.
For several minutes Devara found himself defending his decision against five former apsaras who possessed absolutely no intention of making things easy for him.
Eventually Varga narrowed her eyes.
A very dangerous sign.
The king immediately recognized it.
The former crocodile crossed her arms.
"Are you sure this is a divine mission?"
Devara blinked hearing her doubt.
"Yes."
Varga leaned closer.
"Or..."
The suspicion in her voice increased.
"...are you secretly going to meet some princess?"
The room immediately became silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The other four sisters looked interested.
Very interested.
Devara stared at her with dead eyes.
Varga stared back with suspicious eyes.
Then came the inevitable.
-Bonk.
Devara lightly tapped her forehead delivering justice.
"Ow!"
Varga immediately covered her head.
The others burst into laughter.
The former apsara glared at him.
"You hit me."
"You deserved it."
"I was asking a valid question."
"No."
"It was."
"No."
Varga pouted dramatically.
While Devara sighed seeing his former buddy getting all detective.
"...."
Then gently pulled her into a hug.
The pout immediately weakened.
Only slightly.
Unfortunately for Varga,
Devara’s habit of treating her like his old crocodile companion had not disappeared after her transformation.
At all.
The apsara buried her face against his shoulder and grumbled.
"You still do this."
Devara smiled seeing her reaction.
"You still pout."
The other sisters laughed again.
Varga attempted to look annoyed.
She truly did.
Unfortunately...
She secretly enjoyed moments like this far too much.
And everyone in the room knew it.
Especially Devara.
Which made it impossible to stay angry at him for very long.
Much to her frustration.
Meanwhile...
As night settled over the vast forest that connected the five kingdoms, an unnatural tension slowly spread through the hidden settlements of the tantra clans.
The darkness felt heavier than usual.
The forest itself seemed quieter.
No birds sang from the branches.
No animals wandered near the camps.
Even the insects that normally filled the night with their endless chorus appeared strangely absent.
Yet none of the clan leaders paid attention to such things.
Their minds were focused entirely on the ritual.
For weeks they had prepared for this moment.
Resources had been gathered.
Sacred grounds had been chosen.
Messages had been exchanged between the clans.
Countless mantras had been memorized and practiced.
According to their calculations, everything was proceeding exactly as planned.
Or at least that was what they believed.
The only person who continuously opposed the ritual was the lone survivor who had returned from Trivenivrata.
The young practitioner had spent the full day desperately trying to warn everyone.
He had pleaded with them.
Begged them.
Even thrown himself before some of the elders.
Every single time he tried to explain what had happened, he managed to tell only part of the story.
He spoke of the spirits.
He spoke of the blood rain.
He spoke of the divine beast.
He spoke of the deaths of his companions.
But whenever he tried to reveal the most important part...
Whenever he tried to explain about Karichathan...
Something happened.
The words would never leave his mouth.
Instead, laughter erupted from him.
Not ordinary laughter.
Not the laughter of amusement.
It was loud.
Broken.
Uncontrollable.
Like the laughter of a man who had completely lost his sanity.
The more he tried to resist it, the worse it became.
At times he laughed so hard tears poured from his remaining eye.
At times he laughed until he collapsed from exhaustion.
The clan leaders eventually stopped listening.
They believed the journey, the deaths of his companions, and the loss of his arm and eye had shattered his mind.
To them, he was no longer a reliable witness.
He was a traumatized man seeing ghosts where there were none.
A broken survivor clinging to delusions.
And so his warnings were ignored.
Again and again.
Until finally nobody bothered asking him any questions anymore.
That night, while the young man sat alone inside the healer’s hut staring blankly at the wooden wall, the entire forest settlement had transformed into a place of ritual.
"...."
Hundreds of torches illuminated the darkness.
Their flames cast dancing shadows across the trees.
Large ritual circles had been carved into the earth over the past several days.
Not one circle. Not two.
Dozens.
All connected together through intricate geometric patterns that stretched across the clearing.
Lines drawn with sacred powders.
Symbols painted with oils.
Ancient scripts written using mixtures of ash and blood.
The sight was impressive.
Even beautiful in a strange and unsettling way.
Practitioners from all five clans moved through the clearing making final preparations.
Some carried ritual implements.
Others arranged offerings.
Several stood around chanting purification mantras.
The air itself seemed to vibrate with accumulated spiritual energy.
Near the center of the largest ritual circle stood the five clan heads.
Each wore ceremonial robes reserved for major rituals.
Heavy necklaces made from rare materials hung around their necks.
Protective symbols had been painted across their foreheads and arms.
They looked every bit like powerful masters of their craft.
Around them stood dozens of senior practitioners.
All of them waiting.
Watching.
Anticipating.
One of the clan leaders slowly stepped forward and looked around the gathering.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Everything is ready."
The others nodded.
Another elder glanced toward the night sky.
"The alignment is favorable."
"The hour approaches."
A third elder folded his arms.
"By sunrise the first effects should begin appearing."
Several nearby practitioners exchanged excited looks.
The conversations spreading through the clearing reflected the same feeling.
Anticipation.
Hope.
Greed.
Many genuinely believed they stood on the verge of achieving something historic.
Something that would elevate their clans to a level never before seen.
One of the younger practitioners spoke quietly.
"Will it truly work?"
A senior practitioner answered immediately.
"Of course."
"The ritual anchors inside Trivenivrata have already been established."
"The first phase succeeded."
The younger man nodded.
Though uncertainty still lingered in his eyes.
Because deep down many of them felt uneasy.
Not enough to oppose the ritual.
But enough to question it.
Especially when they discovered the nature of the final sacrifice.
Earlier plans had involved animals.
Buffaloes.
Goats.
Cows.
The traditional offerings requested during the preparation phase.
That was no longer enough.
The clan heads wanted more.
They wanted greater results.
Greater power.
Greater certainty.
And so they chose something darker.
Something many of the gathered practitioners were uncomfortable witnessing.
Near the center of the clearing stood a wooden post.
Bound to it was a man.
His face was pale.
His body trembled.
His eyes darted around desperately.
He knew exactly what was happening.
And he knew nobody intended to save him.
Several younger members looked away.
Others avoided meeting the prisoner’s gaze.
Even among tantra practitioners there existed boundaries.
Lines that many believed should never be crossed.
Tonight those lines were being ignored.
One of the clan leaders raised his voice.
"Tonight we shall invoke a power beyond ordinary understanding."
The crowd immediately fell silent.
The elder continued.
"For too long King Devara has prospered."
"For too long Trivenivrata has flourished."
"For too long destiny has favored him."
His voice hardened.
"Tonight that changes."
Murmurs of approval spread throughout the gathering.
The elder’s eyes gleamed with ambition.
"We shall awaken the attention of one among the
Those words immediately caused a stir.
Even many experienced practitioners looked surprised.
Because this was not a minor undertaking.
The
They were not local gods.
They were not wandering spirits.
They represented cosmic forces beyond mortal comprehension.
Yet arrogance had blinded the clan leaders.
They believed enough rituals, enough sacrifices, and enough preparation would allow them to direct such power toward their enemies.
The surviving practitioner sitting alone inside the healer’s hut suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He slowly lifted his head.
The laughter that usually haunted him was absent.
Instead there was only fear.
Pure fear.
Something felt wrong.
"...."
Terribly wrong.
The feeling made his stomach tighten.
Outside, the ritual chants began.
Hundreds of voices joined together.
The sounds echoed through the forest.
The symbols carved into the ground started glowing faintly.
The air grew heavier.
The torches flickered.
A cold wind passed through the clearing.
One of the younger practitioners glanced toward the surrounding trees.
Something felt off.
The forest seemed too quiet.
Far too quiet. Then he noticed it.
No animals.
Not a single one.
No owls.
No wolves.
No deer.
Nothing.
It was as though every living creature had abandoned the forest.
As though they knew something the humans did not.
The young practitioner swallowed nervously.
Meanwhile, inside the healer’s hut, the survivor suddenly stood from his bed.
His breathing quickened.
A terrible memory surfaced.
The blood rain.
The spirits.
The kneeling dead.
The divine boar.
His remaining eye widened.
"No..."
The word escaped his lips.
Outside, the chanting intensified.
The clan leaders raised their ritual implements toward the sky.
The clouds above the forest slowly began gathering together.
Dark. Heavy.
Rotating almost imperceptibly.
Like a whirlpool forming in the night sky.
Yet none of the clan leaders noticed.
Their attention remained fixed upon the ritual.
Fixed upon their ambition. Fixed upon their hatred for Devara.
And somewhere far beyond their understanding, something had begun paying attention.
Something ancient. Something terrifying.
Something they worshipped.
But did not truly understand.
And that would prove to be their greatest mistake.
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