Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable

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Meanwhile, Devara continued his journey toward Surya Lok aboard the Pushpaka Vimana, and for perhaps the first time since coming to this world,

He was travelling to an another realm on his own.

And the farther the Pushpaka Vimana travelled, the more Devara began to understand just how little of the world he had actually seen.

The first realms they crossed were still familiar in appearance, filled with enormous forests and rivers that stretched farther than the eye could follow.

But even those familiar landscapes soon began changing.

Below one realm,

Devara saw a forest where the trees were so enormous that their crowns formed what looked like a second sky.

Their trunks were wider than entire houses, and between their roots wandered herds of strange animals with antler-like horns covered in small glowing flowers.

Some creatures moved in groups while others simply rested beneath the trees, completely unafraid of the beings travelling above them.

"That is beautiful,"

Devara murmured.

He had seen forests before.

But never like this.

The Pushpaka Vimana continued onward.

They crossed over a vast blue ocean belonging to another realm, but this was no ordinary sea.

The water beneath them was almost transparent, revealing enormous creatures swimming miles below the surface.

Some looked like whales, while others had long serpentine bodies and fins that shimmered like pieces of crystal.

Every few moments, one of them would rise toward the surface before disappearing again into the blue depths.

Devara leaned slightly over the side of the Vimana.

"How deep is that?"

The attendant accompanying him smiled.

"Deep enough that even many sea-dwelling beings have never reached its bottom."

Devara stared at the water.

"Interesting."

Then came another realm.

This one was almost entirely mountainous.

Floating islands drifted between enormous peaks, connected by naturally formed stone bridges.

Waterfalls poured from the floating landmasses and fell through the clouds, disappearing into the mist below.

On some of the islands, Devara could see settlements built directly into the mountainsides.

He spotted people travelling between them on enormous birds.

Some carried baskets.

Others carried weapons.

A few simply sat upon the creatures and enjoyed the journey.

Devara watched them for several moments.

He had travelled through kingdoms.

He had crossed forests.

He had fought Rakshasas.

He had even entered divine realms.

But seeing ordinary people living completely different lives in places he had never even known existed made him strangely quiet.

The Pushpaka Vimana crossed another boundary.

This realm was almost entirely covered in golden grasslands.

Herds of strange animals moved across the plains.

Some had six legs, others possessed long curved horns and several looked almost like elephants except for the wings growing from their backs.

Devara watched one enormous herd move beneath them.

Then something unexpected happened.

Several of the creatures suddenly began running.

Devara looked ahead.

A group of massive predators had emerged from the grass.

They were feline in appearance, but their bodies were covered with faintly glowing markings and their tails ended in what looked like flames.

The herd scattered.

The predators chased them.

Devara watched the scene until the Pushpaka Vimana moved beyond it.

For a moment, he wondered how many such creatures existed across the realms that nobody on Bhulok had ever heard about.

The answer was probably impossible to calculate.

And then came the realms inhabited by people.

Those fascinated him even more.

One world had enormous cities constructed from white stone, with roads running between towers that seemed to touch the clouds.

People moved through the streets carrying strange devices and goods he had never seen before.

Another realm had almost no large cities at all.

Small villages were scattered beside rivers and forests, with people living simple lives, farming their land, raising animals and gathering together in the evenings.

Then he saw a realm where the inhabitants lived upon enormous floating platforms.

Their homes moved slowly through the sky.

Some platforms were connected by bridges made from vines, while others travelled independently across the clouds.

Devara stared at them in disbelief.

"People actually live like that?"

The attendant nodded.

"They have lived that way for generations."

Devara leaned back.

"I’ve spent my entire life thinking kingdoms were divided by mountains, rivers and oceans."

He looked out again.

"Apparently the universe decided those weren’t enough."

The Pushpaka Vimana continued.

At one point, they crossed a realm where the sky had three moons.

Devara spent several minutes simply staring at them.

One was silver.

Another appeared blue.

The third had a faint reddish glow.

Below them stretched a massive forest illuminated by moonlight, where countless tiny creatures carried their own lights across the ground like moving stars.

It looked almost unreal.

Then came a realm where everything appeared to be covered in snow.

The mountains were white, the rivers frozen and even the trees had branches covered with crystalline formations.

Yet life still existed everywhere.

Strange furry animals moved between the trees, while groups of people travelled through the snow on enormous horned beasts.

Devara found himself smiling.

He had always thought of nature as something familiar.

Now he was realizing that nature itself had countless forms.

Some worlds were hot.

Some were frozen.

Some were filled with oceans.

Some were almost entirely forests.

Some had cities that could rival the greatest kingdoms.

Others had people living quietly in villages that barely changed from one generation to the next.

And all of them existed at the same time.

As the Pushpaka Vimana continued its journey, Devara eventually became quiet.

He looked back toward the path they had travelled.

For years, his world had revolved around Trivenivrata, the neighbouring kingdoms, the people under his rule, his family, the wars he had fought and the divine beings he had encountered.

He had thought he understood how large the world was.

Now he realized that he had barely been looking through the window.

There were realms he had never heard of.

People whose names he didn’t know.

Animals he could not even begin to classify.

Civilizations with histories that probably stretched back thousands of years.

Forests that had never seen a human settlement.

Oceans whose depths remained unexplored.

And beyond all of that, there were still more realms.

Countless more.

Devara rested his arm against the side of the Pushpaka Vimana and quietly watched another world pass beneath him.

"So this is how small my world was."

He didn’t say it with sadness.

There was something almost liberating about the realization.

For the first time, Devara was looking at it as a traveller.

A man who had finally realized that the story of his own kingdom was only one tiny thread in a tapestry far too enormous for him to see the edges of.

The Pushpaka Vimana continued toward Surya Lok.

And with every realm it crossed,

Devara found himself becoming less certain that he knew what the universe had waiting for him next.

As the Pushpaka Vimana continued its journey through the celestial paths, the scenery around Devara gradually began to change.

The lush forests and enormous rivers he had been admiring for much of the journey slowly disappeared behind him, replaced by a vast stretch of golden-brown land that seemed to continue endlessly toward the horizon.

The realm looked almost like a desert.

There were enormous dunes stretching across the landscape, their surfaces shimmering beneath a strange golden light.

In some places, jagged black rocks rose from the sand like the remains of ancient mountains, while in others, narrow rivers of glowing liquid travelled beneath the surface before occasionally emerging between the dunes.

Devara looked around with curiosity.

"So this is the outer realm of Surya Lok."

He had expected something bright and radiant, but the outer region was surprisingly harsh.

There were very few settlements, and the landscape seemed deliberately left open.

Then he noticed something that immediately caught his attention.

An army. Then another. And another.

Devara raised an eyebrow.

Large formations of Devas were stationed across the desert, their celestial weapons ready and their chariots positioned in organized formations.

Some were standing beside enormous banners bearing the symbols of different divine forces,

While others were gathered around temporary camps that had been established throughout the outer region.

Farther ahead, Devara could see even more soldiers.

There were archers.

Spear-bearing warriors.

Chariot divisions.

Even several heavily armed celestial units that appeared to have been positioned specifically to intercept anyone attempting to approach Surya Lok without permission.

Devara leaned slightly forward.

"That’s quite a security arrangement."

The attendant beside him nodded.

"Surya Lok has increased its defenses."

Devara watched another group of Devas move into formation.

"Because of the Swayamvara?"

"Most likely."

Devara shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair enough."

He wasn’t particularly concerned.

After all, the Swayamvara of Surya Dev’s daughter was a major celestial event.

With guests from different realms expected to attend, it made sense that Indra and the other Devas would increase security around the realm.

If anything, Devara found the level of preparation slightly amusing.

He had seen armies far larger than this.

And considering that he had already survived a hundred-day war against Pushpasura, an array of Devas standing outside Surya Lok hardly seemed like something worth worrying about.

The Pushpaka Vimana continued forward.

As it passed above one of the celestial camps, several Devas looked up and immediately recognized the divine craft.

A few soldiers straightened.

Others began whispering among themselves.

"That’s the Pushpaka Vimana."

"Who is travelling in it?"

One of the commanders looked toward the approaching craft and immediately recognized the royal insignia.

"King Devara."

The news spread quickly through the camp.

Devara, however, barely noticed.

His attention was already fixed on the enormous radiant structure visible far ahead.

Surya Lok.

Unlike the desert-like outer realm, the actual celestial city seemed to glow like a second sun.

Golden towers rose beyond the horizon, enormous bridges connected celestial structures suspended in the sky and countless streams of radiant energy flowed through the realm like rivers of light.

Devara’s eyes widened slightly.

"So that’s Surya Lok."

The Pushpaka Vimana continued toward the glowing realm.

Behind him, the armies of the Devas remained stationed across the desert.

Devara assumed they were simply there to protect the Swayamvara.

He had no idea that those armies had been positioned there because the gods were expecting something far more dangerous than an ordinary wedding guest.

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