Dvesas
Look at Your Sad Self

Virbadra tightened his grip on the throne of the royal throne. One by one the soldiers he had prepared were killed.

"Take my sword" Virbadra whispered to the head of the army without taking his eyes off the Siddarth soldiers who took one of his soldiers.

Virbadra tore off the shirt she was wearing. He twitched his neck and stretched his muscles.

Virbadra stands in the temple grounds.

"boww" a mine blast sent some of Siddarth's soldiers bouncing.

The mine planted under the temple steps exploded. A mine about his soldier. The other soldiers were trying to protect Siddarth from getting hurt.

"Aaram, Aaram!" siddarth shouted to call out the name of the soldier protecting him. While shaking Aaram's body, Siddarth tried to stop the blood from pooling from Aaram's nose and ears.

"Master, forgive me. This is all I can do for you. Keep living, may God bless you. Mahadeva's life" said Aaram weakly.

After saying that, Aaram vomited blood and breathed her last breath.

Aaram's body started to cool. Her lips turned blue and her eyeballs looked gray. Siddarth examined his nose and chest trying to find the rest of Aaram's breath.

Aaram's futile efforts are gone. Siddarth bowed lethargic. He rubbed Aaran's face from his forehead to his chin. His eyes that were open started to close. In his heart Siddarth prayed that the spirits of Aaram and the other warriors might be brought to happiness after death.

Siddarth strengthened his heart and rounded his resolve. The death of his warrior must not be in vain he must face Virbadra, whatever the outcome.

Siddarth gripped the sword in both hands. He climbed a thousand stairs to where Virbadra was. His eyes radiated ambition and anger.

The day began in the afternoon when Siddarth arrived before Virbadra. The sweat drenched his sweat. Her white skin turned red with sunburn. Siddarth took off his armor. He's bare-chested in front of Virbadra.

"I admit your courage, boy. I haven't used my swords for a long time to behead a boy who's been looking for death" Virbadra said.

"Hahahaha today the whole universe will witness the victory of Virbadra.

I'll send your nya to Lord Yama, and become a slave to the demons" Virbadra widened her arms.

Virbadra's laughter caused Siddarth's guts. But Siddarth soon remembered the deaths of those who participated in this battle.

"Just be!" virbadra challenged Siddarth.

Siddarth went out to look for Virbadra's hands and feet. The limbs he had perkirakam were easily reached by his poisonous sword.

Virbadra's high posture makes Virbadra quickly spared. He could read Siddarth's movements easily. One step of Virbadra is equal to five steps of Siddarth.

Siddarth did not find the right gap to reach Virbadra's body. The vows contained only an empty wind. Siddarth only needed one scratch and let his sword poison work.

Virbadra grew tired of dodging and launched a counterattack. One kick Virbadra managed to make Siddarth's body bounce up to the end of the stairs.

Siddarth tried to rest on his grip so as not to fall from the temple courtyard.

Both of his swords slipped out of his hands. The swords were immediately kicked by Virbadra and fell out of nowhere.

Siddarth woke up with great difficulty. His legs were trembling, his elbows were scratched as a result of being dragged. Siddarth felt his entire body crumble.

Virbadra walked slowly towards Siddarth waiting until the man could stand upright.

"Look at that pathetic you! It's time to pick you up!" virbadra shouted, changing his footsteps to run over Siddarth who was trying to gather all his strength.

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