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Guys From here new volu based on tantra arc begans. Here The importance will be given to two goddesses.
Goddess Mahakali and Goddess Varahi...
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After A Week...
A week passed after the secret eting.
The five kings moved quickly once their decision had been made.
Rudrasena of Kalingavara, Mahipala of Velanadu, Virendra Varma of Suryagarh, Somakeshi of Ananthapura, and Pratapaditya of Nandivana agreed that the practitioners should not remain within any single kingdom.
If they stayed under one ruler’s protection, it could create suspicion among the others.
Instead, they chose a vast forest region that connected all five kingdoms.
The forest stretched for hundreds of miles.
Ancient trees towered over the landscape.
Thick fog often covered the ground during dawn and dusk.
Wild animals avoided certain parts of the woods for reasons even hunters could not explain.
Most travelers preferred longer routes rather than crossing through its deepest regions.
To the practitioners of forbidden arts, it was perfect.
Far from curious eyes. Far from royal spies.
Far from temples and holy sites.
A place where rituals could be perford without interruption.
Over the following days, workers secretly transported supplies into the forest.
Tents were erected.
Wooden structures were built.
Storage pits were dug beneath the earth.
Strange symbols began appearing on trees near the encampnt.
The five kings ensured the area remained guarded by trusted soldiers who knew only that important guests were residing there.
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None were told the truth.
anwhile, the practitioners had already begun preparations for the coming Amavasya1, the night of the new moon.
According to their calculations, the moonless night would provide the strongest conditions for the ritual they intended to perform.
When the kings received the list of required offerings, even so of their ministers felt disturbed.
Thirty buffaloes.
Twenty pregnant cows.
Twenty pregnant goats.
The demand was unusual.
And excessive.
Yet none of the five kings hesitated.
Their desire for revenge had already consud whatever doubts remained.
The animals would be delivered.
No questions asked. No objections tolerated.
Deep within the forest, the twenty practitioners slowly settled into their new ho.
Though they worked together toward a common goal, they did not belong to a single order.
They ca from five different clans, each possessing its own traditions, rituals, and forbidden knowledge.
The first was the Kaalashikha Clan,
Known for curses, hexes, and rituals that targeted the fortunes and destinies of entire bloodlines.
The second was the Vetalakula Clan,
Practitioners who specialized in spirits, restless souls, and dealings with entities that wandered between life and death.
The third was the Raktayana Clan,
Whose rituals often revolved around blood sacrifices and life-force manipulation.
The fourth was the Nishachara Clan,
Masters of shadow magic, illusions, nightmares, and thods of spreading fear among entire populations.
The fifth and oldest among them was the Krityagarha Clan,
A feared lineage known for creating destructive ritual constructs and invoking dangerous supernatural forces through ancient ceremonies.
Despite belonging to different clans, all twenty had united for one reason.
The challenge intrigued them.
Destroying an ordinary king was easy.
Destroying a kingdom was difficult.
But attempting to bring down a ruler who was whispered about by sages, priests, and wandering ascetics alike?
That was sothing else entirely.
One evening, as the practitioners finished drawing ritual circles across a clearing hidden within the forest, an elderly mber of the Krityagarha Clan paused.
His gaze drifted toward the distant north where Trivenivrata lay.
"...."
The old man’s eyes narrowed.
"Sothing about this feels wrong."
Several nearby practitioners looked toward him.
The elder slowly rubbed his beard.
"Have any of you noticed?"
The others exchanged glances.
One woman from the Kaalashikha Clan nodded.
"The ons have been strange."
Another practitioner added,
"Twice this week my divination flas turned blue."
A third spoke quietly.
"And the spirits refuse to answer questions regarding Devara."
The clearing fell silent.
"...."
"...."
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Such things were not normal.
Yet after several monts, the leader of the Vetalakula Clan waved away the concerns.
"Perhaps his blessings interfere with our readings."
"Once the ritual begins, we shall know the truth."
The others reluctantly agreed.
Still...
As darkness settled over the forest, several practitioners found themselves glancing toward the distant direction of Trivenivrata.
For the first ti since accepting the king’s offer, a faint unease had begun creeping into their hearts.
An unease none of them could yet explain.
Amavasya1 Night...
The night of Amavasya1 had finally arrived.
A night without a moon.
A night many across Bharatvarsha considered sacred.
And a night others considered dangerous.
Deep within the ancient forest that connected the kingdoms of Kalingavara, Velanadu, Suryagarh, Ananthapura, and Nandivana, an unnatural silence had settled over the land.
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The forest felt wrong.
No birds sang from the branches.
No insects chirped from the undergrowth.
Even the usual sounds of wild animals had disappeared.
It was as if every living creature had sensed sothing terrible was about to happen and had fled from that part of the forest days ago.
A thick fog blanketed the woods.
It drifted lazily between the trees, curling around roots and rocks like pale ghostly hands.
The ancient trees stood like silent sentinels watching over a secret they wished no one would uncover.
At the center of the forest, hidden from the eyes of ordinary travellers, lay a massive clearing.
It had taken the practitioners nearly a week to prepare it.
Every inch of the clearing had been transford.
The ground was covered with countless ritual diagrams drawn using ash, powdered bones, vermilion, and strange substances brought from distant lands.
Large copper vessels surrounded the area.
Clay lamps burned with eerie green and blue flas.
Bundles of herbs hung from wooden poles.
Animal skulls and charms swayed gently in the cold night breeze.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Oppressive.
Like a storm waiting to break.
The twenty practitioners stood within the clearing wearing dark ritual robes.
They belonged to five different clans.
The Kaalashikha Clan.
The Vetalakula Clan.
The Raktayana Clan.
The Nishachara Clan.
And the ancient Krityagarha Clan.
Though their thods differed, tonight they worked as one.
Tonight they sought destruction.
The destruction of King Devara. The destruction of Trivenivrata.
And perhaps sothing even greater.
At the center of the clearing stood several enormous effigies.
They had been woven from thick forest grass, dried reeds, and sacred woods.
But there was nothing sacred about their appearance.
Each one resembled a terrifying pishacha1.
Long limbs. Twisted claws.
Distorted faces which might make soone who looks at it with uncomfortable feeling.
And bad energy.
Wide mouths filled with carved wooden fangs.
The figures looked less like statues and more like monsters waiting to wake.
Over the past several days, the practitioners had repeatedly drenched the effigies with blood until the grass itself had beco stained a dark crimson color.
Under the flickering torchlight, the statues almost appeared alive already.
The chanting began shortly after midnight.
One practitioner started.
Then another joined. Then another.
Soon twenty voices rged together.
The chants echoed through the forest.
Ancient mantras.
Forbidden invocations.
Words that ordinary people were never ant to hear.
The sounds seed to travel through the trees themselves.
The fog thickened.
The wind grew colder each second passed.
After an Hour...
As the hours passed, different rituals were perford one after another.
So practitioners sat around ritual fires.
Others poured oils into copper bowls.
So drew additional symbols onto the ground.
Others continuously recited mantras without stopping.
The fires behaved strangely.
One mont they burned bright yellow.
The next they turned deep blue.
At one point the flas beca completely black, swallowing light instead of creating it.
Even among the practitioners, several exchanged uneasy glances.
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This ritual was responding far more strongly than expected.
Still, nobody stopped.
The five kings had promised them everything they required.
And their own pride would not allow them to abandon the work midway.
Hours later, the ritual approached its final stage.
The atmosphere had beco suffocating.
Breathing itself felt difficult.
The fog had grown so dense that trees standing only a few steps away looked like distant shadows.
The practitioners gathered around the largest ritual circle.
Before them stood the pishacha effigies.
Motionless. Silent. Watching.
Or at least it felt as though they were watching.
The final offerings were brought forward.
The last mantras were spoken.
Every practitioner focused completely on the ritual.
Failure at this stage could bring disaster.
Then the final act began.
One by one, the life sacrifices prepared for the ceremony were offered as the practitioners completed the concluding rites.
The chanting reached its peak.
Voices rose louder and louder.
The very forest seed to vibrate.
Then suddenly—Everything stopped.
The chanting ceased.
The wind vanished.
The flas went out.
Every single fla.
At once.
Darkness swallowed the clearing.
Not a single sound remained.
For several monts nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
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The practitioners looked around nervously.
This was not supposed to happen.
Even the leader of the Krityagarha Clan felt unease crawling up his spine.
Then it happened.
A powerful gust of wind exploded through the forest.
-WHOOM!
The fog erupted outward.
Branches snapped. Leaves scattered into the air.
Several ritual lamps overturned.
The practitioners staggered backward trying to keep their footing.
The torches reignited by themselves.
Green flas burst to life around the clearing.
And what they revealed made every practitioner freeze.
The pishacha effigies were no longer lying where they had been placed.
At first one of the practitioners thought his eyes were playing tricks on him by one of the sprits.
Then he saw it. The statues before him.
One finger moved. A slow twitch.
Then another.
A head shifted slightly.
A shoulder jerked.
The sound of creaking grass echoed through the clearing.
Like old bones awakening.
Nobody spoke. Nobody dared to make any noise.
One of the younger practitioners from the Nishachara Clan felt his mouth go dry.
The largest effigy slowly bent its arm.
Then its neck.
Then its entire body.
The grass figure sat upright.
A second followed.
Then a third. Then all of them.
One after another.
The pishacha effigies rose from the ground.
The woven grass bodies creaked and twisted unnaturally.
The blood-soaked forms stood upon their feet.
Not as statues. Not as effigies.
But as sothing else.
Sothing that should not have been moving.
Several practitioners instinctively stepped backward.
One dropped the ritual bowl he had been carrying.
The tallic clang echoed loudly through the clearing.
Yet the figures paid him no attention.
The largest among them slowly turned its head.
Its movent was unnatural.
Jerky. Wrong.
As though an invisible force was learning how to use a body for the first ti.
Then everyone saw it.
The eyes.
Monts earlier they had been hollow empty sockets.
Now faint crimson lights burned within them.
Not fire. Not reflections.
Sothing else. Sothing alive.
The glowing eyes swept across the gathered practitioners.
The clearing fell completely silent.
Even the most experienced among them suddenly felt small.
Because at that mont a terrifying thought entered their minds.
The ritual had worked.
Sothing had answered their call.
But as those crimson eyes stared back at them from the blood-soaked effigies...
None of them were entirely certain that whatever had answered was actually under their control.
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