KAVACHA [ ARMOUR]
Hands behind his back, forehead creased, eyes burning with anger, Bhanasur was stomping around inside his palace.
No one dared to even whisper.
Her beautiful face seemed to taunt him, her gaze were like barbs, piercing, her lips mocked.
His fist came in contact with a pillar, reducing it to powder.
Shakthiii……. His lungs seemed to burst as he screamed her name.
His power blinded him, his ignorance made him assume he could defeat her, his arrogance made him take the decision of going into battle with her.
Deep below the earth, he sat cross legged, called on the dark forces, black smoke rose from the fire he had created. The souls he had imprisoned wailed wanting release, but they were enslaved. His chants bound them into action, they created depraved forms created evil, Pashanams, Uparasms and Lohams
Slowly from the fire the asthras were born, every asthra used by Vishnu, Brahma and Shiva rose in its Darker, more formidable and indestructible form. Pashanams, Uparasms and Lohams each more potent than the other was concocted.
The souls finally covered him from head to toe forming a Kavacha.
The full body Kavacha had transformed into diamonds, no weapon could pierce it, no fire could burn through it.
He roared with laughter, his fist knocked on the Kavacha.
Shakthi you are going to be mine soon, he leered.
Bhanasur was covered in conceit, arrogance, and Ego, no Kavacha could now protect him from complete self destruction.
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