Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable

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Devara’s suspicion soon proved to be correct.

The souls surrounding Kandarpaasura were behaving like starving creatures that had suddenly found something alive in a place where nothing living ever entered.

They clung to him with desperate force, grabbing his arms, legs and body, trying to pull him deeper whenever he attempted to move forward.

Kandarpaasura fought back with everything he had.

He pushed them away, tore their hands from his body and tried to force his way toward the opposite bank, but every time he managed to free himself, several more souls immediately rushed toward him.

The harder he fought, the more violently they responded, until it seemed as though the entire river had turned against him.

"Get away from me!"

His voice echoed through the water.

But the souls continued clinging to him.

They wrapped themselves around one another as they held onto Kandarpaasura, forming a tangled mass around his body.

Some grabbed his legs while others held those souls, creating layer after layer of desperate hands that steadily dragged him downward.

On the other side, Devara noticed something very different.

The souls were holding him too, but there was no hostility in their movements.

They weren’t trying to overpower him.

They were simply holding onto him.

Devara remained still for a moment, allowing himself to understand the difference.

One translucent figure had both hands around his arm. Another was holding his waist.

A third had wrapped itself around his leg.

None of them seemed interested in hurting him.

They simply didn’t want to let go.

"You’re not trying to attack me, are you?"

Devara muttered looking at the souls.

The soul in front of him gave no answer.

Instead, it tightened its grip slightly.

Devara sighed feeling the desperation.

"Fine. I understand."

He then tried something simple.

He began swimming.

At first, it worked.

His body moved through the green water, and the opposite bank slowly came closer.

But after only a short distance, he noticed the resistance increasing.

More souls began approaching him.

One grabbed his ankle.

Another wrapped itself around his waist.

Then another caught hold of the second soul.

Soon, that soul was holding onto another, and that one onto another, until they had formed an enormous chain behind him.

Devara stopped swimming he turned his head as his eyes widened.

"What in the world..."

A long trail of souls was now attached to him.

They weren’t merely holding onto him anymore.

They were holding onto one another, creating a strange chain that stretched farther and farther into the river.

The sight would have been almost amusing under different circumstances.

But Devara could feel the weight.

Every additional soul made it harder for him to move.

He tried swimming again.

His arms moved through the water, but the enormous chain behind him followed, dragging against his body.

The more he moved toward the opposite bank, the more souls seemed to notice him.

They came from beneath the river and attached themselves to the others already clinging to him.

Devara gritted his teeth.

"So that’s the real challenge."

He looked toward the opposite shore.

The distance wasn’t the problem.

The souls were.

He could probably force his way through if he used enough power, but doing so would only cause more souls to cling to him.

And he couldn’t simply abandon them either.

Meanwhile, Kandarpaasura was having an entirely different experience.

He was still fighting desperately against the souls surrounding him.

Every time he pushed them away, they returned.

Every time he tried to swim forward, their combined grip dragged him backward.

His expression became increasingly furious.

"Why won’t you let go?!"

The souls answered only with their endless cries.

"Help us..."

"Don’t leave us..."

"Take us..."

Kandarpaasura clenched his teeth.

He had entered the river believing that strength would be enough.

Now the river itself seemed determined to prove him wrong.

Devara, meanwhile, finally stopped struggling.

He looked carefully at the souls attached to him.

Perhaps the answer wasn’t to get rid of them.

Perhaps the answer was to understand why they were holding on in the first place.

He looked toward the opposite shore again.

Then back at the countless souls surrounding him.

A thought slowly began forming in his mind.

"If I can’t cross while carrying all of you..."

He paused.

"...then perhaps I need to find a way to help you let go."

And with that realization, Devara stopped treating the River of Sin as an obstacle.

He began treating it as a problem that needed to be understood.

Meanwhile, Kandarpaasura was quickly losing patience with the river and the countless souls that refused to leave him alone.

He had already tried overpowering them with his strength,

But every time he managed to tear a few away, several more would immediately replace them, grabbing his arms and legs and dragging him deeper into the green waters.

"Enough!"

His voice echoed through the river.

A surge of dark energy gathered around his hand before condensing into a massive spear.

The weapon appeared far too large for an ordinary warrior to wield, yet Kandarpaasura gripped it with ease.

He swung it through the water.

The spear passed through several of the translucent souls clinging to his body, severing their grasp and throwing them backward into the current. For a brief moment, Kandarpaasura was free.

He immediately pushed himself forward.

But the freedom lasted only a few seconds.

More hands emerged from beneath the water.

One caught his ankle.

Another grabbed his arm.

Then several more wrapped themselves around his waist.

Kandarpaasura’s expression twisted with irritation.

"You again?"

He swung the spear once more.

Several souls were cut away.

He pushed himself forward again.

The opposite bank was getting closer, but his progress was painfully slow because the moment he cleared one group of souls, another group came rushing toward him.

He began repeating the same process.

Cut... Swim....

Cut again.... Swim....

Every few moments, he had to stop and swing the enormous spear through the water just to free his limbs.

The souls themselves couldn’t be permanently destroyed.

Whenever his weapon passed through them, their forms scattered briefly before reforming within the river and returning to him.

"This is getting ridiculous!"

Kandarpaasura roared as he swung the spear with greater force, creating a powerful current around himself that pushed several souls away.

For a few seconds, he managed to move faster.

But then the river answered.

An even larger number of souls rose from beneath him and grabbed onto his legs.

Kandarpaasura looked toward the opposite bank.

Then his eyes shifted toward Devara.

The difference immediately irritated him.

Devara was already much farther ahead.

Instead of constantly fighting the souls,

Devara had somehow managed to move through the river with far less resistance.

There were still countless spirits clinging to him, but they weren’t dragging him down with the same violence.

Kandarpaasura’s grip tightened around his spear.

"So that’s your method..."

Devara glanced back briefly.

He could see Kandarpaasura cutting his way through the river, surrounded by souls that simply kept returning.

Devara shook his head slightly.

"You’re wasting your strength."

Kandarpaasura glared at him.

"Keep swimming, human."

He swung his spear again and freed himself from another cluster.

"I’ll reach the other side."

Devara turned forward again.

"Let’s see."

Kandarpaasura continued fighting his way through the river, but every attack cost him time.

The spear could clear the souls.

It couldn’t stop them from returning.

And slowly, despite all his strength, Kandarpaasura began falling further behind.

Devara continued moving toward the opposite shore, still trying to understand the strange souls clinging to him.

The first trial was becoming a race.

But while Kandarpaasura was trying to defeat the river, Devara was beginning to realize that the river didn’t need to be defeated at all.

Meanwhile, Devara continued moving through the River of Sin, but the farther he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his pace.

At first, he had barely noticed the souls clinging to his body because each of them was so light that their presence felt almost insignificant.

That had changed quickly.

More and more souls had gathered around him.

One held onto his leg, another wrapped both arms around his waist, several had clung to his shoulders and arms, while others had attached themselves to the souls already holding him.

Before long, Devara was practically dragging an enormous chain of wandering spirits behind him through the water.

He initially thought his enhanced physical strength would be more than enough to handle their combined weight.

He had been wrong.

"How many of you are there?"

Devara gritted his teeth as he continued swimming.

His movements had become noticeably slower.

Every time he pulled himself forward, the mass of souls behind him resisted his movement, their combined weight creating an incredible strain on his body.

His shoulders began aching, his arms felt heavier with every stroke and even his legs were beginning to struggle against the resistance of the water.

He glanced behind himself.

The sight nearly made him stop.

The number of souls clinging to him had become ridiculous.

They were stacked upon one another, each holding onto another soul, forming a long and increasingly heavy chain that stretched behind him into the river.

Devara let out a tired breath.

"I understand that you want to come with me, but you are making this considerably difficult."

The souls continued clinging to him.

He pushed himself forward again.

His muscles tightened under the strain.

Even with the strength he possessed, carrying what felt like an entire crowd of souls through the river was becoming a genuine physical burden

. The pressure on his body increased with every passing moment, and he could feel the strain spreading through his back and shoulders.

Still, he refused to stop.

The opposite shore was getting closer.

Devara narrowed his eyes and continued swimming.

"Just a little farther."

Another group of souls approached and grabbed onto the growing chain.

Devara’s expression immediately changed.

"You’re kidding me."

The weight increased again.

His body dipped slightly deeper into the water.

For the first time, Devara realized that the River of Sin wasn’t simply testing whether he could avoid being dragged under.

It was testing how much he was willing and able to carry.

And judging by the number of souls still approaching him, the river had no intention of making that burden easy.

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