The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos, blood, and fury. Dhristadyumn's relentless assault had plunged the scene into stunned silence.

The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and the heart-wrenching cries of the dying.

The savage destruction he had wrought held everyone's attention, but the next wave of terror was approaching from the right side of the gardens.

Perched atop the garden wall, two imposing figures stood side by side. Their divine bows were nearly as tall as they were, held with a confidence that spoke of divine favor and countless hours of training.

A torrent of dead soldiers, their bodies perforated by arrows, surged toward the entrance, their groans forming a cacophony of suffering.

Their arrows zinged through the chaos like a scythe through wheat.

As the clouds parted, revealing the moon's pale light, it cast an ethereal glow on the two warriors: Arjun and Karn.

Arjun, the unrivaled archer, stood tall, his dark hair cascading around his face, and his eyes blazing with a fierce, divine fire.

The wind blew his hair back, revealing his chiseled features.

Wrath carved his face into a terrifying mask that made enemies recoil.

His legendary bow, a weapon bestowed by the gods, gleamed menacingly in the moonlight, its intricate carvings hinting at the terror it could unleash. He resembled a god of death, poised to strike.

Karn, adorned in radiant golden armor, was a vision of wrathful beauty.

His fiery eyes matched the divine aura of his bow, which thrummed with ominous energy.

"Look at them," Karn growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. His fury was barely contained. "They dare lay a hand on our family."

Arjun's gaze swept over his family members, protectiveness roaring within him.

His eyes locked onto Draupadi, whose usual fiery gaze was now a sea of terror.

His heart clenched in agony as he scanned her injuries.

Every glance fueled his fury. If not for his trust in Yudhisthir, he would have unleashed his wrath on Ayushman immediately.

He gave Draupadi a barely perceptible nod of reassurance.

A lone tear traced down her cheek, shredding his heart. She nodded back, a silent acknowledgment of their shared pain.

Arjun tore his gaze away from Draupadi to focus on his niece, struggling in Rana's grasp.

The sight of her, her tears mingling with dirt and blood, ignited a firestorm of rage within him.

"Not on my watch," Arjun said, his voice cold and deadly.

"Kill them!" Ayushman roared, commanding the dead soldiers who surged toward the duo.

The two warriors leaped from their high perch, landing with deadly grace.

Without missing a beat, they raised their bows, drawing the strings back with fluid precision.

Their divine auras crackled as arrows materialized from thin air.

Arjun's arrows flew through the air, each one turning into a multitude of deadly projectiles.

Upon impact, they burst into flames, sending out waves of searing heat.

Pain-laced cries filled the sky as soldiers writhed in agony, their flesh roasting.

The air was thick with the stench of burning meat, and soldiers ran in frantic circles, their screams a horrifying symphony.

Karna's arrows struck with explosive force, igniting soldiers and transforming them into blazing infernos.

His arrows hit the dead center, causing soldiers' knees to buckle as their sanity unraveled. They clawed at their faces, tearing out their own eyes, the sickening sound of eyeballs being ripped from their sockets filling the air.

"That's for thinking you could touch my family and get away with it," Karn hissed, his voice dripping with protective fury. The soldiers were now trapped in their own nightmares, a result of Karn's wrath.

A wave of dread swept over the battlefield. Pauravi choked and vomited, overwhelmed by the grisly scene.

Karn's gaze sharpened as he saw a soldier lunging at Arjun.

"Don't touch my fucking brother!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap of protective fury.

He fired an arrow that struck the soldier in the throat, the man's scream abruptly cut off as he collapsed, blood gushing from the wound.

"Thanks." Arjun added, his eyes meeting his brother, who scanned his body for any injury.

"Always. I will always protect you." Karn promised, as he cupped his brother's cheek affectionately, Arjun nodded, his heart bursting with love for his brother, his protectiveness melted Arjun's heart.

"Don't get on mushy on me. Get back to work." Karn teased, ruffling his brother's hair, and the other chuckled, the duo faced the soldiers again as they roared ready to slay the duo.

Arjun's arrows followed, each one a precise missile.

His divine archery cleaved through the air, finding its mark with deadly accuracy. Soldiers fell in heaps, their bodies crumpling under the relentless assault.

The sickening crunch of spines snapping reverberated through the night. The dull thud of multiple bodies hitting the ground was an echo of nightmares turned real.

"Do better kid." Karn teased.

Arjun rolled his eyes, "Sure thing old man."

Karn drew his bow taut and unleashed a barrage of arrows that ignited into violent flames upon impact. The fiery projectiles struck with explosive force, turning soldiers into blazing torches.

"Copycat," Arjun teased, his lips curling into a grim smile. "You're just following my lead."

Karn shook his head, rolling his eyes with affection. "And you're just getting started. Watch and learn what real archery looks like."

Karn conjured a swirling tornado of flames and debris.

The infernal whirlwind, blazing with destructive hues of orange and blue, ripped through the battlefield.

Soldiers were torn apart by the tornado's ferocity, their limbs scattered like grisly reminders of lives that had once existed. White pus flowed from their charred remains, their skins blackened and peeling.

The tornado's roar drowned out the screams of the dying, as the firestorm scattered bodies like dry leaves. The battlefield became a grotesque tableau of death, a sight of horror etched into the night.

Arjun whistled, "Damn that was something."

"You think you can outdo me?" Karn teased, his eyes flashing with mirth as he watched Arjun's arrows wreak havoc. "I'm still waiting for you to show me something impressive."

"Just wait," Arjun replied, a grim smile playing on his lips as he shot another arrow. "I've got plenty more where that came from."

Their archery was a deadly dance of divine precision, each move synchronized with the other.

"You're doing good kid, keep it up!" Karn teased and challenged each other, their camaraderie a stark contrast to the surrounding bloodshed.

Arjun's bow sang as he released another arrow, sending a soldier's head flying from his shoulders.

"You're slipping, Jyest. That was almost too easy."

Karna grinned, never taking his eyes off his targets. "And you're just warming up. I'll have to teach you how to really aim."

The brothers fought side by side, their combined might a terror to behold.

Blood flowed freely, bones shattered, and the cries of the dying filled the air.

The battlefield was a macabre tapestry of death, and Arjun and Karna were its architects.

Amidst the carnage, Arjun's eyes narrowed as he spotted his family members.

With a swift, decisive motion, he pulled back his bowstring and unleashed an arrow infused with his will.

The arrow soared through the air, moving with uncanny precision as it shattered the invisible bonds restraining his family.

"Not bad." Karna praised, his lips curving up in approval.

Arjun smirked, "I know right." He teased.

His gaze met Draupadi's once more. He gave her a reassuring nod, his eyes conveying the promise of safety. Draupadi's eyes reflected gratitude and renewed hope.

As the battlefield continued to erupt with violence, the brothers fought side by side.

Their divine archery was a storm of power and brotherly love, leaving their enemies reeling. The ground was littered with bodies, the air thick with the scent of blood and smoke.

Arjun and Karna's combined might was an unstoppable force, a display of divine power and unbreakable bond that left their foes in utter terror.

The battlefield was theirs, a grim testament to the fury of the two greatest archers the world had ever seen.

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he moment the invisible shackles binding Duryodhan fell, a primal roar tore from his throat.

His heart hammered against his chest as his eyes found Roshini-a small, trembling figure held captive in the merciless grip of Rana.

Blood pounded in his ears as he charged toward them, his vision narrowing to that one goal: saving his daughter.

"Leave my daughter, you bastard!" Duryodhan's voice boomed across the battlefield, filled with fury that only a father could possess.

Rana, hearing his approach, spun around with a wicked grin twisting his bloodied lips.

"Ah, the mighty Duryodhan. Come to watch your daughter suffer?" He tightened his grip on Roshini's arm, making her cry out in pain.

"Let her go, or I will make you beg for death!" Duryodhan hissed, his voice venomous with hatred.

Every step he took toward Rana was a promise of agony, a vow to destroy the man who dared to touch his flesh and blood.

Rana laughed darkly, dragging Roshini closer as if she were nothing but a trophy. "You think you scare me? You're too late to save her. Just like you were too late to save your wives."

Those words snapped the last thread of Duryodhan's restraint.

His entire body tensed as rage unlike any he had ever felt took over. This was no longer just about battle or pride-this was personal.

With a guttural roar, he lunged at Rana, his sword slashing through the air with terrifying speed. Rana was quick to react, throwing Roshini to the side just as Duryodhan's blade nearly sliced through his chest.

The two warriors clashed violently, the metallic clang of their weapons echoing in the night.

Duryodhan swung his sword with a savagery that bordered on feral, each strike aimed at dismembering the man who had dared to harm his family.

Rana's movements were desperate, his grin fading as Duryodhan's blows became more precise, more lethal.

"You tortured my wives!" Duryodhan spat, his voice cracking with fury as his blade connected with Rana's shoulder, sinking deep into the flesh.

Blood spurted from the wound as Rana stumbled back, clutching at the gaping injury.

The pain was clear in Rana's eyes, but he still tried to laugh. "And I'd do it again... they screamed so beautifully."

The sound of that sickening laugh drove Duryodhan wild.

He charged forward again, this time with a controlled focus that promised nothing but pain for Rana.

As they clashed, Duryodhan delivered a bone-shattering kick to Rana's midsection, sending the man crashing to the ground.

Before Rana could recover, Duryodhan was on top of him, his sword gleaming menacingly under the moonlight.

"Do you think I'll let you die quickly?" Duryodhan growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He swung his sword down, slicing across Rana's arm with deliberate slowness, the blade tearing through muscle and tendon.

Rana screamed, his body convulsing in agony as blood pooled beneath him. "You... can't... kill me," he wheezed, his voice trembling with pain.

Duryodhan crouched down, grabbing a fistful of Rana's hair and yanking his head back.

"You will suffer for every moment my wives and daughter suffered," he hissed, his eyes wild with fury.

With brutal efficiency, Duryodhan drove his sword through Rana's knee, the blade grinding against bone as Rana howled in pain.

His leg spasmed, the joint crushed and useless, leaving him to writhe helplessly on the ground.

"Do you feel it now?" Duryodhan asked coldly, his breath ragged with anger as he watched Rana's face twist in unbearable agony.

"Do you feel what it's like to be powerless?"

Blood gushed from the wound as Rana clawed at the earth, trying to drag himself away, but there was no escape. Duryodhan's gaze was unrelenting as he followed him, the tip of his sword tracing lines of blood across Rana's back.

"Your end will be slow," Duryodhan promised, his voice eerily calm now, as if the storm inside him had settled into cold, calculated vengeance.

With terrifying precision, Duryodhan severed the tendons in Rana's other leg, rendering him completely immobile.

The battlefield echoed with Rana's guttural screams as he lay there, blood pouring from his mutilated limbs.

Duryodhan raised his sword high, his face set in a grim expression as he aimed for Rana's heart.

"This is for Roshini," he growled, plunging the blade down, piercing through muscle and bone.

Rana's eyes widened in terror, his body jerking violently as the sword slid deeper into his chest.

Blood bubbled up from his mouth as he gasped for breath, his final moments filled with the excruciating pain that Duryodhan had promised him.

Duryodhan twisted the blade cruelly, watching as Rana's life drained from his eyes.

His breath came in slow, shallow gasps as his body finally went still, his face frozen in a mask of torment.

For a moment, the world around Duryodhan faded. All he could see was his daughter, her tiny, tear-streaked face watching him from where she had fallen.

He rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms and cradling her against his chest.

"It's over, my little one," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion as he kissed the top of her head. "He can never hurt you again."

Roshini clung to him, her small fingers trembling as she buried her face in his shoulder.

But Duryodhan wasn't done. He looked back at Rana's lifeless form, his eyes hard with the satisfaction of vengeance.

His enemy was dead, but the fight was far from over.

The ones responsible for this war, for the pain inflicted on his family, would pay.

One by one, they would fall. . .

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