MY GAME BEGINS Episode 4 / Chapter 4: The Truth, Atonement, and Redemption (Part 6: Rise of Kali Yuga Purusha and Kali Yuga and the Vow of Kali Yuga Purusha — Part 2)

MY GAME BEGINS

Episode 4 / Chapter 4: The Truth, Atonement, and Redemption

(Part 6: Rise of Kali Yuga Purusha and Kali Yuga and the Vow of Kali Yuga Purusha — Part 2)

Everyone sat in heavy, suffocating silence in the court of Kali Purusha, anchored to their golden thrones.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, a new voice echoed throughout Kali Loka.

“Narayana... Narayana...”

Walking with a serene, otherworldly grace, Devarshi Narada stepped into the grand assembly hall.

Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, and the great generals Koka and Vikoka all turned their gazes toward him, their eyes wide with astonishment.

“Narada?” Kali Purusha demanded, his voice echoing through the golden marble hall. “What are you doing here?”

Devarshi Narada peered toward Kali Purusha, raising one hand over his brow as though trying to see through a haze.

“Who is that? Srinivasulu, is that you?” Narada asked, his voice dripping with playful innocence. “I came to meet Kali Purusha. So why are you sitting on his throne, Srinivasulu?”

Kali Purusha’s jaw tightened.

“It is me, Narada. I am Kali Purusha—merely wearing Srinivasulu’s face.”

“Oh!” Narada gasped in exaggerated realization. “So this is truly the supreme sovereign of Vishashanapuram, Kali Purusha himself? Forgive me! I failed to recognize you!”

Seated high upon his throne, his left leg crossed lazily over his right, Adharma growled in annoyance.

“Enough of your sarcasm, Narada! State the reason for your arrival.”

“Ayyayo, Narayana! Sarcasm? Me?” Narada placed a hand over his chest with theatrical innocence. “I merely came to share a few words, that is all! Besides, Kali Purusha has suffered an unprecedented humiliation in the mortal realm, hasn’t he? I came only to discuss that!”

At those words, Kali Purusha’s eyes flared blood-red, and the court’s amusement vanished.

Narada looked around at them, blinking in mock astonishment.

“Why are you all staring at me like that? I am merely speaking of what you witnessed with your own eyes!”

Kali Purusha glared venomously at the celestial sage.

“Narayana, Narayana!” Narada continued softly. “Yes, Kali Purusha... I witnessed the staggering humiliation Srinivasulu inflicted upon you! Having seen all that, why else would I come here? But I can tell you one thing—the change within Srinivasulu is truly extraordinary. After all this time, he is finally beginning to understand my words. He is finally realizing where he is trapped! If I explain it to him clearly just one more time, Srinivasulu will understand everything.”

Narada paused for a moment.

“But putting that aside... why are you still wearing Srinivasulu’s face? Driven by an insane obsession to live like Ren, Srinivasulu wore Ren’s face and wandered about... but why are you still wearing Srinivasulu’s face? Why haven’t you cast it off? Only Lord Narayana knows! Narayana, Narayana... Don’t tell me you have also developed that mad desire to live like Srinivasulu?”

At those words, Kali Purusha’s eyes bulged, darkening with demonic fury.

Not just Kali Purusha, but everyone alongside him—Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, and the great generals Koka and Vikoka—widened their eyes in sheer outrage and shock at Narada’s sharp taunts.

Adharma spat in disgust, his voice trembling with anger.

“Chee! What a disgraceful existence! Born into my grand lineage, defeated and humiliated by a mere mortal boy... then fleeing and returning without a shred of shame, wearing that very boy’s face! And what is even more shameful is that Kali Purusha—the pinnacle of my bloodline—now sits upon his throne wearing the face of the very Srinivasulu who humiliated him! This is not merely an insult to Kali Purusha. It is a grave insult to me and to our entire bloodline!”

Those stinging words drove Kali Purusha from his throne in thunderous rage.

“GREAT-GREAT-GRANDFATHER!” he roared.

At his roar, the court sprang to its feet in alarm—except Adharma, who remained seated, asserting his grim authority.

“And now he begins his bravado again!” Adharma sneered.

Kali Purusha swept his fiery gaze across the room.

“Listen carefully, all of you! You wonder why I still wear Srinivasulu’s face after he humiliated me so terribly, don’t you? It has been ages since a mere mortal humiliated me so brutally. Do you remember what happened to the last human who dared to disgrace me in the past?”

Standing beside the throne on his father’s right, Kali Purusha’s son Bhaya asked hesitantly, “Father... are you referring to...?”

Kali Purusha roared, “YES! I am speaking of him—the glorious heir of the Pandavas, the son of Abhimanyu, the grandson of Arjuna... King Parikshit!”

The hall gasped in shock.

Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, the great generals Koka and Vikoka, and every dark minister in the hall gasped in shock, their eyes widening in apprehension.

Devarshi Narada let out a quiet, knowing chuckle.

“Narayana, Narayana! Splendid! I came here for the sake of one devotee, and now I hear the name of another legendary devotee! What is this, if not the divine play, the leela, of the Supreme Lord? Kali Purusha wondered whether anyone still remembered King Parikshit... but how could anyone ever forget him? I certainly remember! And if all of you have forgotten, I am here to remind you! Narayana, Narayana!”

The Flashback: The Dawn of Kali Yuga

February 17, 3102 BCE

11:30 PM, Dvarakapuram

Mistaking Lord Sri Krishna’s big toe for the eye of a sleeping deer, the hunter Jara released his arrow. The shaft flew through the dark woods and pierced the Lord’s foot.

Realizing his fatal mistake, the hunter rushed to Sri Krishna, fell at His feet, and wept uncontrollably.

“What have I done, Swami? Without knowing it, what a terrible sin I have committed, my Lord!”

The divine voice of Sri Krishna echoed gently through the air:

“Why do you grieve, Jara? Who did it? Who made it happen? It is all Me. Everything that has happened now, and everything that will happen in the future, is unfolding according to My divine will.”

With those words, the Supreme Being’s divine energy departed from the mortal realm and ascended to Vaikuntha.

Around 11:55 PM — February 17, 3102 BCE

Arjuna, wielder of the legendary Gandiva bow, arrived at the scene.

Seeing the Lord’s divine body, he collapsed to his knees in boundless grief.

“Bava (Brother-in-law) krishna!... what has happened?”

Arjuna wept uncontrollably at the feet of the Lord while Jara stood a few feet away.

February 18, 3102 BCE

Around 12:00 AM, Friday

Panicked by terrifying rains and apocalyptic storms, the citizens of Dvarka fled the city.

Arjuna arrived in his chariot alongside Uddhava, working tirelessly to guide every citizen beyond the city walls and toward safety.

Looking back at the darkening sky, Arjuna asked desperately, “Uddhava, what is happening?”

Uddhava replied somberly, “A catastrophic destruction is about to unfold, Arjuna. Lord Sri Krishna forewarned us of this very moment. Look!”

They turned toward the city of Dvarka.

Suddenly, the God of Oceans rose from the depths in a terrifying, monstrous form.

A colossal tsunami surged forward and swallowed the entire golden city of Dvarka.

Temples, grand arches, palaces, fortresses—everything collapsed and vanished beneath the waves within minutes, right before their eyes.

The glorious city of Dvarka was submerged forever.

Watching this destruction unfold from his capital of Vishashanapuram, the young Kali Purusha and his dark family—Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, and the generals Koka and Vikoka—watched in awe.

Then young Kali Purusha threw back his head and erupted into thunderous, maniacal laughter from his throne.

“MY AGE HAS BEGUN! The fall of Dvarka marks the birth of my era!”

{Historical & Astronomical Note: According to ancient calculations by the great mathematician and astronomer Aryabhata, the Kali Yuga commenced on the night of February 17–18, 3102 BCE. This specific window was calculated based on a rare cosmic alignment in which the Sun, Moon, and five major planets aligned near the constellation of Revati (Aries).}

Seeing the refugees, Arjuna turned to Uddhava and the survivors.

“It is my solemn duty to lead all of you safely to Indraprastha!”

From his golden throne, young Kali Purusha sneered.

“We shall see about that!”

As Arjuna escorted the survivors toward Indraprastha, a massive horde of ruthless bandits launched a surprise ambush.

Seeing the marauders rushing toward the defenseless citizens, Arjuna stood tall upon his chariot.

“I shall incinerate you all this instant with my divine astras!” he proclaimed, raising the Gandiva bow.

He attempted to invoke his celestial weapons—but nothing happened.

The divine powers failed to answer his call.

Arjuna stared at his hands in utter disbelief.

What is this? My divine astras are not responding. With the Supreme Lord gone from this world, have my celestial powers abandoned me as well?

As the bandits closed in, Arjuna set aside the Gandiva and drew his sword.

“As long as breath remains in my body, you shall not touch a single citizen of Dvarka! Come on!”

He drove his chariot into the heart of the bandits, swinging his blade and cutting down attackers in a desperate hand-to-hand struggle.

After That Event

High upon a sacred mountain peak, young Kali Purusha performed severe, grueling penance to Lord Brahma.

Pleased by his intense austerities, Lord Brahma manifested in a blinding divine light, seated upon His sacred lotus.

“Ask for whatever boon you desire, my child,” Lord Brahma said.

Kali Purusha looked up at his ancestor.

“O Lord Brahma! Make me the absolute sovereign of this new age! As the ruler of Kali Yuga, grant me a boon so that no divine power, no human strength, and no god’s force can ever stop me! Grant me the power to test human beings and corrupt their minds throughout this era! Grant me a boon that, while I test humanity, no other god may intervene! Let me deceive any creature in existence and hold it tightly in my grip! Let there be no force greater than me in this Kali Yuga!”

Lord Brahma listened and replied, “I can grant the boons you seek. However, my power is not superior to that of  Supreme Lord Sri Maha Vishnu and great Lord Shiva. Therefore, I grant you the power to overcome any force except the supreme divine powers of those two. I bless you as the sovereign ruler of Kali Yuga. Tathastu—so be it!”

With that, Lord Brahma vanished.

Kali Purusha roared with triumphant laughter.

“There is no one in this cosmos superior to me now!”

Knowing that Kali Purusha would unleash dark schemes upon the world, the Supreme Lord Sri Maha Vishnu enacted His divine leela.

Leaving Vaikuntha in search of Goddess Lakshmi, He set foot upon the sacred Tirupati Hills, Venkatachala.

Leaving the heavens behind to shield His devotees from the corruption of Kali Yuga, the Lord manifested permanently atop Tirupati as Lord Venkateshwara.

{Traditional Account Note: According to preserved records citing the Padma Purana, Lord Venkateshwara, or Srinivasa, manifested at Venkatachala in the early days of Kali Yuga, near the western bank of Swami Pushkarini.

Month: Kanya / Bhadrapada

Tithi: Ekadashi

Day: Monday

Nakshatram: Śravaṇa

Yoga: Siddha Yoga

Location: Venkatachala, near Swami Pushkarini

This sacred manifestation occurred at the dawn of Kali Yuga, approximately 5,000 years ago, anchoring the Lord’s presence to protect humanity throughout the dark age.}

After That Event — Years Later

On the quiet banks of the Saraswati River, Dharma stood in the physical form of a bull, trembling as he balanced upon his only remaining leg.

Beside him sat Bhumi Devi, Mother Earth, in the form of a sorrowful cow.

Dharma looked at her gently.

“Mother, why are you so sorrowful? Are you suffering from an illness? Are you grieving because someone dear to you has departed? Or are you distressed because I have lost three of my four legs and can now stand upon only one?”

Bhumi Devi wept.

“How can I not grieve? Supreme Lord Sri Krishna has left this earth! As long as He was present, I knew no sorrow, and you stood firmly upon all four pillars—Tapas (austerity), Saucha (purity), Daya (compassion), and Satya (truth). But now you stand upon only one remaining leg: Truth!”

Dharma replied reassuringly:

“Do not grieve, Mother! The Lord has returned! As Lord Venkateshwara of Tirupati, He has descended so that my final leg of Satya may stand unbreakable until the end of Kali Yuga, protecting all true devotees!”

Bhumi Devi’s heart filled with joy at those words.

Suddenly, a swirling mass of pitch-black energy materialized before them—young Kali Purusha in his true demonic form.

He sneered maliciously.

“What is this? Remembering your Lord? Do you truly believe He can save you? In this Kali Yuga, I am the only God! No one can defeat me! I shall sever your last remaining leg of Truth (truth) with my sword of Falsehood (Asatya)!”

Kali Purusha raised his dark sword and charged forward to slice through Dharma’s final leg.

“STOP, YOU VILE CREATURE!” A mighty roar shattered the air.

Leaping from his royal chariot, Emperor Parikshit rushed forward and delivered a devastating kick straight into Kali Purusha’s chest.

Kali Purusha was hurled backward and crashed heavily onto the earth.

Furious, he rose as dark energy swirled around him.

“What audacity, mortal! Do you know who I am, that you dare commit such insolence? Who are you?”

Clad in royal crimson robes, gleaming gold ornaments, and a radiant golden crown, Emperor Parikshit declared proudly:

“I am the son of Uttara and Abhimanyu! The grandson of the invincible Arjuna! The heir of the Pandavas and the supreme Emperor of the entire Kuru Empire—King Parikshit!”

Kali Purusha sneered.

“The heir of the Pandavas? Whoever you are, death is your only reward for this insolence!”

Kali Purusha lunged at him, triggering a violent, earth-shaking battle.

But Parikshit deflected every dark attack, overpowering Kali Purusha with thunderous blows.

Beaten to the ground, Kali Purusha struggled to rise. Parikshit slammed his foot onto Kali’s chest, pinning him down, and unsheathed his royal sword.

“Your life ends today, Kali Purusha!” Parikshit declared.

Pinned beneath the king’s boot, Kali Purusha panicked.

How can a mere mortal possess power greater than mine when I have received boons from Brahma? How is this possible?

Suddenly, Kali Purusha caught sight of a glowing divine shadow standing directly behind Parikshit—the sublime form of Lord Sri Krishna Himself.

Kali Purusha’s heart sank in terror.

Sri Krishna Himself protected Parikshit from the lethal Brahmastra while he was still in the womb! Even though the Supreme Lord has departed, His divine blessings still shield this man! If I fight him directly, I will be annihilated!

Before Parikshit could strike, Kali Purusha cried out desperately:

“Mercy, my Lord! Mercy! Forgive me! Do not slay me—I surrender to your grace!”

Hearing his plea, Parikshit lowered his sword and sheathed it.

Kali Purusha knelt humbly before the Emperor with folded hands.

Parikshit said sternly, “I do not slay those who seek my refuge. Therefore, I spare your life. But you must leave my kingdom and this earth immediately!”

Kali Purusha pleaded:

“I am Kali Purusha, my King—the ruler of this era. It is my cosmic duty to exist in Kali Yuga; my presence somewhere is inevitable. If you banish me entirely, the natural order of time will shatter, and destiny will lose its path. At least assign me a few places where I may dwell! Wherever I look, I see you standing majestically with your bow drawn, striking terror into my heart! Tell me where may I reside!”

Emperor Parikshit thought deeply, then granted him four specific realms:

Dyutam — Gambling and deceitful games.

Panam — Intoxication and drinking.

Striyah — Illicit relationships and lustful vice.

Suna — Cruelty and unnecessary violence toward animals.

Parikshit looked down at Kali Yuga Purusha and replied, “You may reside in these four places.”

Kali Purusha bowed, then pleaded, “Grant me just one more place, my Lord!”

Parikshit looked down at his royal ornaments, gleaming brilliantly beneath the pure sunlight.

“Gold!” Parikshit commanded. “Gold corrupts the human mind, driving people toward selfishness, greed, and evil. Dwell in gold as well!”

Kali Purusha bowed his head reverently.

“Thank you, my Lord. As You command.”

As Emperor Parikshit turned toward his chariot, Kali Purusha glared at the king’s back with burning, vengeful hatred.

*How dare you kick me in the chest? How dare you step on me and humiliate me in such a ruthless and dishonorable manner? Now I have you, Parikshit!*

Dissolving into an invisible mist of dark energy, Kali Purusha laughed silently and slipped directly inside King Parikshit’s solid golden crown. There he took up residence, waiting patiently for his moment to strike.

Years passed.

One afternoon, Emperor Parikshit went hunting deep in the forest.

After losing his way, he wandered through the dense woods, exhausted and dying of thirst, until he stumbled upon the serene ashram of Sage Samika.

Inside, Sage Samika sat completely absorbed in deep meditation, or tapas.

Weak from thirst, Parikshit pleaded,

“O holy sage, I have come from afar while hunting and am overcome with thirst. Please, grant me some water!”

Sage Samika remained motionless, locked within his spiritual trance.

Hidden inside the golden crown upon the king’s head, Kali Purusha seized his opportunity.

He stoked the flames of unnatural rage and arrogance within Parikshit’s mind.

Kali Purusha’s dark whispers echoed invisibly in the king’s ears:

*Look at his arrogance, my Lord! You are the supreme Emperor, yet he ignores your desperate plea and sits there in silence! An insult must be repaid with an insult—do not let this go!*

Overcome by sudden, uncharacteristic fury, Parikshit shouted:

“Arrogant sage! Even when the Emperor stands before you asking for water, you ignore me? I shall teach you how to answer an insult!”

Looking around, Parikshit saw a dead snake lying on the ground.

Using the tip of his bow, he lifted the serpent, draped it insultingly around Sage Samika’s neck, and walked away with a bitter laugh.

“An insult for an insult!”

Parikshit departed soon afterward.

A short while later, Sage Samika’s son, the young sage Sringi, returned to the ashram.

Seeing the dead serpent wrapped around his father’s neck, he flew into a raging fury.

Taking sacred water into his hand, Sringi proclaimed a devastating curse:

“Whoever committed this despicable outrage against my father—no matter who he is or how powerful he may be—shall die on the seventh day from today by the venomous bite of Takshaka, one of the King of Serpents!”

Sage Samika emerged from his deep meditation, removed the dead snake, and learned of the curse.

Using his divine vision, he saw everything that had transpired and looked at his son with deep grief.

“What have you done, my child?”

Sage Samika immediately sent his disciple Gauramukha to warn Emperor Parikshit.

When Gauramukha recounted the events, King Parikshit—a man renowned for his nobility, piety, and compassion—realized that his moment of madness had been engineered by Kali Purusha.

Accepting the curse as his divine destiny, he relinquished his crown, his kingdom, and all worldly comforts.

He walked to the banks of the sacred Ganges, where he sat among Sage Suka and numerous revered rishis, immersing himself completely in the Srimad Bhagavatam and holy scriptures to attain ultimate liberation (Moksha).

On the seventh day, Takshaka, the Serpent King, approached in a subtle form hidden inside a fruit offered to the king.

Revealing his monstrous form, Takshaka bit Emperor Parikshit, fulfilling the curse and ending the great king’s earthly life.

With Emperor Parikshit’s death, Kali Purusha broke free from his constraints.

Laughing triumphantly, he unleashed his dark influence across the entire cosmos.

Few Months After This Event

To halt his appalling atrocities, Lord Indra, accompanied by Agni, Vayu, Varuna, and the full army of Devas, descended upon Vishashanapuram to confront the dark sovereign.

Mounted upon his divine white elephant, Airavata, and wielding the lightning Vajra, Lord Indra shouted outside the city gates:

“O Kali Purusha! Today, your evil reaches its end! How long will you hide behind your city walls? Step out and face us!”

The massive gates of Vishashanapuram burst open.

Kali Purusha marched out, flanked by his entire dark court—Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, and his formidable generals Koka and Vikoka.

“Did you call for me, Indra?” Kali Purusha sneered.

“Prepare for battle!” Indra roared to the celestial hosts.

At that moment, Kali Purusha drew upon the vast ocean of stolen soul energy harvested from mortals.

His form expanded into a gargantuan cosmic entity with countless arms, casting a pitch-black shadow that swallowed the entire army of gods.

In that terrifying, monumental form, Kali Purusha’s roar shattered the sky:

“MY ERA, THE KALI YUGA, HAS FULLY BEGUN!”

Indra and the Devas stood frozen in horror, overwhelmed by the unfathomable darkness before them.

After that battle with the gods, he came to his large throne and sat upon it as the ruler of the three worlds and the ruler of Kali Yuga, while his family—Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, and his formidable generals Koka and Vikoka—and the court ministers witnessed his glorious rise from a low Asura to a ruler of Kali Yuga, (according to them).

(End of Flashback)

Present Day: The Vow of Kali Purusha

The dramatic recounting of the past concluded, and the grand hall of Vishashanapuram fell into tense silence once more.

Kali Purusha glared at Devarshi Narada, his voice cold and menacing.

“Was it necessary to dredge up the past now? The reason I continue to wear Srinivasulu’s face is simple—after Parikshit, he is the only mortal who has dared to humiliate me so catastrophically! I bear his face as a constant reminder of the insult he inflicted upon me. I will carry this face until I turn his life into a living hell—until he is withered, broken, and utterly destroyed!”

Devarshi Narada shook his head softly.

“Why have you still not understood what I am trying to tell you, Kali Yuga Purusha? I am telling you to stay away from Srinivasulu! Srinivasulu is under the protection of the visible, living Supreme Deity of the Kali Yuga Himself—Lord Venkateshwara!”

Hearing that divine name, the dark court fell into sudden dread.

Adharma grumbled angrily.

“Splendid! His stubborn obsession with revenge is going to bring absolute destruction down upon our heads!”

Niraya looked nervously at Kali Purusha.

“Grandfather... Great-Great-Grandfather Adharma speaks the truth! Why pick a fight with that mortal boy in the name of revenge?”

Hearing Niraya’s words, Adharma placed a hand proudly on the youth’s shoulder.

“Finally! At least one person in my bloodline has some intelligence! At least he inherited my traits!”

Krodha snapped angrily, “Great-Grandfather, what are you saying?”

“Shut up, you fool!” Adharma barked. “You are the primary reason Kali Purusha turned out this way! Look at how your grandfather Dambha, your father Lobha, and you turned out under my upbringing! I made a grave mistake trusting you and entrusting Kali Purusha’s upbringing to you! Look how you raised him! My only mistake was failing to raise him myself, as I raised you fools!”

Adharma then turned his fierce gaze toward Himsa and Durukti.

“Himsa, talk to your son! Durukti, explain it to your husband/younger brother! Make them understand before their madness for revenge burns our entire realm to the ground!”

Himsa looked pleadingly at her son.

“Son... listen to what your Great-Great-Grandfather says. He is speaking for our own well-being!”

Durukti placed a gentle hand on Kali Purusha’s shoulder.

“Yes, Kali... why pit ourselves against the Supreme Lord in the name of revenge?”

Kali Purusha snapped at Himsa.

“Mother! Do not interfere in this matter!”

He turned and glared at Durukti.

“And you stay out of this too!”

Adharma rose from his throne in thunderous fury.

“Have you lost your mind, Kali Purusha?! Do you want to destroy this golden capital we built through such agony, along with our empire and our entire bloodline? Do you even realize whom you are trying to challenge?! Lord Venkateshwara is the living Supreme God of Kali Yuga! He will go to any length for His true devotees! If He learns that you are trying to ruin the life of His devotee, He will not wait until the end of Kali Yuga or the Kalki Avataram! At any moment, He can descend upon our capital, Vishashanapuram, burn our empire to ashes, and erase our very existence!”

Narada chuckled softly and nodded.

“Ah! Adharma has spoken one thing absolutely right! Narayana, Narayana!”

Kali Purusha clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his eyes burning with demonic resolve.

“I understand Srinivasulu’s power very well!” Kali Purusha growled. “It is his faith, his devotion—his bhakti. I will shatter that faith and devotion completely, severing him from Lord Venkateshwara! Once he is isolated from the Lord, I will turn his life into hell and destroy him!”

Adharma sneered sarcastically.

“Didn’t you go there just a few hours ago and return in utter humiliation? Have you forgotten already?”

Kali Purusha sat back upon his throne, his fists clenched tightly enough to draw blood.

He swept his terrifying gaze across Devarshi Narada, Adharma, Mithya, Dambha, Maya, Lobha, Nikriti, Krodha, Himsa, Durukti, Bhaya, Mrityu, Niraya, Yatana, the ten thousand great-grandsons, generals Koka and Vikoka, and every minister in the court.

“Everything that has happened until now was merely a game,” Kali Purusha declared, his voice chilling the room to its core. “From this moment on... the game becomes far more horrific!”

Devarshi Narada let out a quiet, mystical laugh.

“Vinasha Kale Vipareeta Buddhi—when destruction approaches, intellect turns perverse!”

Gliding gently backward, the celestial sage smiled.

“Edu Kondalavada Venkataramana Govinda, Govinda!”

Chanting the divine name of the Lord, Devarshi Narada vanished from the golden hall, leaving Kali Purusha and his court trapped within their ominous vow.

(End of Episode 4 / Chapter 4 Part 6)