Part 2 of chapter 7

(Scene shifts back to the present Tirupati) 

Hiranyasura: Attack! Destroy that pathetic temple! Show these mewling devotees the true power of the Asuras!
At Hiranyasura’s command, the grotesque Asura army surged forward on their war chariots, their dark forms descending towards the sacred temple complex. 

But as they approached the boundary of the seven hills, a magnificent, shimmering golden barrier materialized, stretching across the entire sacred area.

 The Asuras crashed against the impenetrable shield, their advance halted with a resounding thud.

Hiranyasura: (Frustrated, his voice echoing with rage) What?! What is this sorcery?! Destroy this barrier! Now!
The Asuras unleashed a furious assault on the golden barrier, their dark energy blasts and crude weapons impacting the holy shield, creating flashes of malevolent energy against its serene golden glow.

(Scene shifts to Chintalapalli Village - Kmk’s House - Kmk’s Room)
A week’s worth of accumulated exhaustion clung to Kmk as he lay sprawled on his bed, the air conditioner humming on full blast, creating a pocket of cool tranquility in the Andhra Pradesh heat. His phone, lying on the bedside table, began to ring insistently. 

Still deep in slumber, Kmk blindly reached for it, mumbled a greeting, and brought it to his ear.

Kmk (sleepily): Who… who is this?Bhargava (frantic, his voice filled with urgency): It’s me, Bhargava! Wake up, Kmk! Wake up!

Kmk (still half-asleep): Hi, Bhargava… is darshan happened already? Should I… should I open the portal again for you all?

Bhargava: No! You have to come here! Now! The Asuras… they’re attacking Tirupati!
Kmk’s eyes snapped open, his body jolting upright in bed. “What?! What in the name of Lord Hari are you saying, Bhargava?! The Asuras… at Tirupati?!”
Bhargava: Yes! You have to get here right now! It’s chaos!

Kmk: (Rubbing his eyes, his mind racing) Alright! Alright, hold on! I’m coming!
He instinctively reached out with his senses, trying to recall his numerous copies scattered across India. A look of confusion and concern washed over his face. Where are they? Why haven’t any of them returned? He closed his eyes, focusing his inner vision, and saw his duplicates still engaged in fierce battles with Asuras in various states, countless dark figures swarming them.

Kmk: (His voice strained) What in the world is going on here?! This is… not good.

With a surge of determination, Kmk transformed into his Asura-slayer form. The familiar blue and white suit materialized around him, the holy Thirunamam shining brightly on his chest, back, and forehead. 

With a final burst of speed, he opened a portal and arrived at Tirupati, appearing right in front of the besieged golden barrier and the attacking Asura hordes. But as he landed, his movements were sluggish, his stance less firm than usual. Kmk looked… weak.

Hiranyasura: (Spotting Kmk, a cruel smile twisting his lips) Ah, there he is! The great dharmic warrior, Dhruva! Ha! Why do you look so weak and pathetic? Exhausted already?

He turned his attention to his Asura legions. “Attack him! Now! Finish him!”
The Asuras roared and surged towards Kmk, their grotesque forms a terrifying wave of darkness.

 Kmk, despite his weakened state, instinctively summoned his divine bow, its celestial wood shimmering in the light. He began to launch a volley of radiant arrows at the oncoming horde.

 Each arrow struck with pinpoint accuracy, exploding in bursts of divine energy, felling multiple Asuras with each strike. The Asura ranks faltered, their advance momentarily checked by the sheer power of the celestial projectiles.

But the effort took its toll. After unleashing only a handful of arrows, Kmk’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably. His grip on the divine bow weakened, and it clattered to the ground. His vision swam, the once clear forms of the Asuras blurring at the edges.

Hiranyasura: (Chuckling darkly) What’s wrong, dharmic warrior Dhruva? Losing your touch?

Kmk, fueled by sheer willpower, rushed towards the Asuras, his fists flying, knocking a few of the closest ones away with desperate strength. Why? his inner voice screamed. 

Why have I become so weak today? If I can’t even fight… if I can’t save Tirupati… what use am I as a dharmic warrior?

A primal roar tore from Kmk’s throat as he desperately gathered every last ounce of his remaining energy and strength. He lunged directly at Hiranyasura, launching a furious barrage of punches. But his blows, though filled with intent, landed with the force of a mere mortal.

 Hiranyasura simply scoffed, waving his hand dismissively across Kmk’s face, sending the weakened warrior sprawling to the ground.

Hiranyasura descended from his Vimana, landing with a heavy thud before the fallen Kmk. “Come now, dharmic warrior,” he sneered, his serpentine eyes gleaming with malice. “I challenge you to a Gadā yud’dhaṁ! A mace battle! Let’s see if you have any fight left in you!”

With a flourish, Hiranyasura summoned his massive Gadā (mace), a weapon of dark, pulsating energy. Kmk, his body aching, struggled to his feet, his own divine Gadā materializing weakly in his grasp. The two warriors faced each other, the air thick with tension.

The clash of their Gadās was brutal and relentless. Hiranyasura’s powerful blows rained down on Kmk, each impact sending jolts of pain through his weakened body. Despite his exhaustion, Kmk desperately tried to parry and counter, his movements sluggish but his spirit unbroken.

 The sacred seven hills of Tirupati echoed with the thunderous sounds of their maces colliding, a desperate battle waged beneath the watchful gaze of the ancient temples.

With a final, devastating blow, Hiranyasura’s Gadā slammed into Kmk’s, sending him flying through the air. He crashed heavily against a sturdy tree, its branches snapping under the force of his impact.

Hiranyasura: (His voice booming with cruel triumph) Get up, Dhruva! What happened to all your righteous fury? This… this is how it feels to be weak, isn’t it? Do you finally understand the helplessness my three brothers must have felt, dying powerless and weakly in your hands? Why don’t you call your precious god Narayana for help now? Where is he?

He struck Kmk again and again with his Gadā, each blow a brutal reminder of Kmk’s depleted strength. “Call that holy idol of yours to come and save you! To protect his precious Tirupati! Where is Lord Venkateswara now?”

Hiranyasura continued his relentless assault, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. 

“This is what happens when you possess power you don’t understand! Do you think your abilities just materialized out of thin air? They come through bhakti, through focused devotion to the divine, through the discipline of yoga!

 That is the true purpose of yoga, you fool! But you… you were too busy dwelling on your own petty personal problems, mooning over your Lakshmi, rather than nurturing your connection to the divine source of your power!

 You don’t know how to channel it, how to control it, how to truly gain it! It was always your gods who bailed you out, not your own strength! They gifted you energy time and again, and you squandered it all! 

Without the knowledge of how to focus and control it, you foolishly created five hundred copies and sent them scattering across the land! And where do you think they are drawing their energy from? From you! And now, your well is almost dry! You are practically human!”

Kmk, battered and bruised, tried to rise, desperately attempting to summon his remaining copies. But as Hiranyasura had cruelly pointed out, they were all locked in their own desperate battles, their energy reserves also dwindling, unable to heed his call.

What is this? Kmk thought frantically, a chilling realization dawning upon him. It feels like… like I’m trapped in some kind of Chakravyuha… a Padmavyuha… with no way out. He staggered to his feet, swaying precariously.

Hiranyasura seized the opportunity, bringing his Gadā down with a final, earth-shattering blow. Kmk was sent flying once more, this time crashing directly into the shimmering golden barrier surrounding the seven hills. He landed heavily on the ground inside the protective shield, his body wracked with pain.

Hiranyasura: (His voice echoing with triumphant malice) Your precious dharmic warrior has fallen! And no one is coming to save you now! Not even your beloved Lord Venkateswara Swamy! This is the end, Dhruva! The beginning of the Asura reign over this pathetic world!

Bhargava, his face etched with terror for his friend, instinctively rushed towards the fallen Kmk.

 But before he could reach him, two magnificent golden forms materialized in the air above the battlefield. 

With effortless grace and immense power, they descended upon the remaining Asuras, unleashing a flurry of attacks that obliterated the dark warriors with blinding speed and force. 

Panic seized the Asura ranks, and those who could turned and fled towards the crimson portal, their earlier arrogance replaced by sheer terror.

Hiranyasura, momentarily focused on his fallen foe, finally turned around, bellowing in fury, “What in the hell is happening…?” His voice trailed off, his serpentine eyes wide with stunned disbelief as he beheld the two radiant figures.

Kmk, still reeling from Hiranyasura’s brutal assault, looked up, his own eyes widening in astonishment. 

He nudged Bhargava, who was now beside him, his face pale. “Bhargava… do you see that?”

Bhargava blinked, his vision still slightly blurred from the chaotic scene. “What was there? There’s nothing now…”
Kmk (exasperated): They are right in front of your eyes, Bhargava! The two… the golden forms! One with the large tail and Gadā… and the other with his majestic wings and powerful hands!”
Bhargava: Who? I… I don’t see anything…”

Kmk (his voice filled with awe): Lord Hanuman… and Lord Garuda!
As if to confirm Kmk’s words, the two golden figures – the mighty Hanuman, his powerful tail held high, and the majestic eagle Garuda, his wings radiating divine energy – landed gracefully right in front of the stunned Hiranyasura.

Lord Hanuman (his voice resonating with divine authority): You dare to defile the abode of the Lord, you puny Asura!
Lord Garuda (his gaze piercing): You will face me before you can even think of crossing that sacred barrier!

Before Hiranyasura could react, Lord Hanuman launched a relentless barrage of swift and powerful attacks, his divine Gadā striking with incredible force.

 Hiranyasura, caught completely off guard, couldn’t even raise a defense. With a final, mighty blow from Hanuman’s mace, Hiranyasura was sent hurtling into the sky, the golden armor that had protected him until now shattering into countless fragments.

Lord Garuda, with lightning speed, soared into the air, intercepting the airborne Hiranyasura with his powerful talons. He gripped the Asura general firmly and began to strike him against the very hills and mountains of Tirupati, a terrifying display of divine wrath.

 Hiranyasura was then crushed into the dense forest below. Before the dazed Asura could even gather his senses, Lord Garuda was upon him, unleashing a furious flurry of divine punches.

Hiranyasura (roaring in desperation): You fools! My remaining Asuras! Attack! Destroy that golden barrier!
The surviving Asuras, momentarily stunned by the appearance of the divine beings, rallied at their leader’s command and renewed their assault on the golden shield.

Lord Hanuman (turning to Lord Garuda): You take care of this insolent one, Garuda. I will deal with those pests.

Lord Garuda: Agreed, Hanuman. He will learn the meaning of divine retribution.
With a speed faster than thought, Lord Hanuman shot towards the attacking Asuras, intercepting them in mid-air before they could reach the golden barrier.

 He unleashed a whirlwind of devastating blows, scattering the remaining Asuras like leaves in a storm. Panic surged through their ranks once more, and they turned tail, desperately fleeing back towards the crimson portal in the sky.

Lord Hanuman then turned his gaze towards Kmk, who was still lying on the ground, utterly speechless.

Bhargava (whispering): What… what was that?
Kmk (his voice trembling with awe): Lo… lo… Lord Hanuman! Right here… right in front of me!

Lord Hanuman (his voice carrying a gentle yet powerful command): Dharmic warrior, focus on the Lord! Invoke his holy name!

With those words, Lord Hanuman soared back towards Lord Garuda, rejoining the battle against the battered Hiranyasura.

Following Lord Hanuman’s instruction, Kmk slowly sat up, crossing his legs. He closed his eyes and began to chant the sacred mantra: “Om Namo Venkateshaya.” As he repeated the holy name, a faint golden light began to flicker around him, gradually intensifying, bathing him in its warm radiance.

(Scene shifts to Hiranyasura)

The Asura general, bruised and battered, glanced desperately towards the crimson portal, hoping for reinforcements. He saw Mahasura standing at the edge, his expression grim.

Hiranyasura (shouting in desperation): Brother! Mahasura! Help me!

Mahasura (his voice cold and unforgiving): Fool! I warned you! Attacking the temple of Lord Venkateswara Swamy was a catastrophic mistake, and you refused to listen! Now, face the consequences of your arrogance! And do you truly think I am foolish enough to challenge both Lord Hanuman and Lord Garuda for your sake? No! Goodbye, brother!

With a decisive gesture, Mahasura turned, and the crimson portal began to shrink and then vanished completely, leaving Hiranyasura utterly alone against the divine wrath.

Hiranyasura (roaring in despair and betrayal): Mahasura! You will pay for this!

Suddenly, a blinding golden light rushed towards him. Standing before him once more was Kmk, now radiating a brilliant golden aura, adorned in a golden suit with a luminous golden Thirunamam emblazoned on his chest, back, and forehead. He was transformed, imbued with divine energy.

Lord Hanuman (to Lord Garuda, a hint of amusement in his voice): The young one recovered quickly.
Lord Garuda: (A nod of approval) Yes. He might have been slow to realize it, but he learns fast.

Kmk, now a golden avatar of divine power, surged towards Hiranyasura, unleashing a furious barrage of golden punches.

Kmk (with each strike): This… is the power… of my Lord Venkateswara! Do you feel it now, you goddamn Asura?!
With a final, devastating golden blow, Hiranyasura was slammed into the open ground, defeated and broken. Lord Hanuman appeared to Kmk’s left, and Lord Garuda to his right, each placing a hand on Kmk’s shoulder. 

The three figures – the golden warrior, the mighty Vanara, and the majestic eagle – hovered in the air, their combined shadows falling upon the defeated Hiranyasura.

Lord Hanuman: Enough, dharmic warrior.

Lord Garuda: Now, end this.

Kmk closed his eyes once more, his voice resonating with newfound power as he chanted, “Edu Kondala Vada Venkataramana Govinda Govinda!”
(Scene shifts to the main temple hall)
Inside the sanctum sanctorum of the Tirupati temple, all seven doors of Lord Venkateswara’s shrine opened on their own, a beam of pure, divine golden light emanating from the Lord’s outstretched hand.

 The radiant beam shot directly towards Kmk, piercing through the golden barrier and entering his being. From the golden Thirunamam on his chest, a holy beam in the very shape of the Thirunamam erupted, striking Hiranyasura with unimaginable force.

Hiranyasura (to himself ): This… this is the end!

On the sky above the temple, a vision appeared – Lord Venkateswara Swamy himself, in his magnificent cosmic form, surrounded by countless divine armies and heads, echoing the Vishwaroopa Darshana of Lord Krishna in the Mahabharata.

With a final, agonizing scream, Hiranyasura was completely wiped out of existence.

Simultaneously, the golden energy surged from Kmk, flowing outwards and reaching all his copies battling across India. They too transformed into their golden forms, unleashing the same divine power, obliterating the remaining Asura forces in their respective locations.

Finally, the golden light surrounding Kmk began to recede. He gently floated back down to the ground, and all his golden copies, like shimmering streams of light, returned to him, merging back into his being from every corner of the land. Kmk stood once more in his golden form
, the battle won, the sacred Tirupati saved.

Bhargava, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and confusion, rushed towards Kmk, who was slowly regaining his footing. “What was that, Kmk?! You were… glowing! Like pure gold! It was incredible!”

Kmk stood up, a dazed expression on his face. He looked around the battlefield, his eyes searching.

Bhargava: What are you looking for, Kmk? Are you alright?
Kmk: Lord Hanuman… and Lord Garuda… they just… disappeared!

 One moment they were right here…

Bhargava: Bro, what are you talking about? Lord Hanuman and Garuda were here? Fought with the Asuras? Saved us all? I didn’t see anything like that!

Kmk: Yes! They were right there! And the Lord himself… Lord Venkateswara Swamy himself intervened! He sent them to protect his holy abode!

Bhargava: But Kmk… no one else saw them either. We just saw you glowing like crazy, and then the Asuras suddenly started running away on their own. Anyway, the important thing is we’re safe, and Tirupati is saved!

Kmk: (Shaking his head, a bewildered look on his face) What? No… Lord Venkateswara… he sent his divine messengers… I saw them… and lord Venkateswara swamy saved us and saved his tirupati too 

Bhargava, sensing Kmk’s confusion, placed a hand on his shoulder. “Look, Kmk, whatever happened, we’re safe now. You wanted to do darshan, right? My big brother and parents are right in front of the temple. Let’s go. We shouldn’t waste any more time.”

Kmk, still slightly disoriented but feeling a sense of profound gratitude, nodded slowly. “Yes… yes, you’re right. Let’s go.”
Together, Kmk and Bhargava started walking towards the grand temple complex, joining the throngs of relieved devotees. The air around them vibrated with renewed fervor, the powerful chants echoing across the seven hills once more:

Devotees (in joyous unison): “Edu Kondala Vada Venkataramana Govinda Govinda!”

Devotees (their voices swelling): “Govinda Govinda!”

Again and again, the sacred chant resonated through the air, a testament to the unwavering faith and the miraculous salvation of Tirupati.

(Scene ends with a shot of the clear blue sky above the Tirumala hills. A divine Shankha (conch shell) is visible on the left, and a Sudarshana Chakra (divine discus) on the right. In the center, radiating a golden light, is the sacred Thirunamam of Lord Venkateswara.) 
Chapter 7 ends there 

To be continued.....