Chapter 77: — Rudra's Atonement
The battlefield was silent.
Rudra stood amidst the crumbling ruins of Narakasura's fortress. The black stones, once echoing with screams and tyranny, now hummed only with the soft cries of the 16,100 freed princesses, huddled in confusion, fear, and hope. The fire of battle had died, but the burden of choice now loomed larger than any weapon.
Rudra stood silently for a long time, eyes closed, forehead creased in thought. The weight of so many lives now rested on him. What would happen to these girls? They could not return to their homes, not after what they had suffered. Society would not understand.
But then—an idea dawned.
Rudra walked slowly toward Narakasura's lifeless body. He knelt.
With reverence, he stretched out his palm and whispered,
"Mother Bhudevi... your son has been vanquished not by my hands, but yours, through the incarnation of yourself. But his sins... still remain. His blood is cursed, but perhaps his curse can become redemption."
His palm hovered above Narakasura's chest.
Rudra closed his eyes and chanted in a low, ancient tongue. The blood from Narakasura's body began to stir. Like crimson smoke, it rose into the air, gathering above them in a swirling sphere of dark red energy.
Rudra opened his eyes.
"Mother Bhudevi! As an atonement for having slain your child—even one as corrupted as he—I ask of you a favour."
He stood and raised both arms.
"Grant me your ten thousand most hardened stones, the ones you've carved yourself in pain, in love, and in solitude. Let me shape them. Let me give them purpose."
There was a moment of stillness. Then—the earth trembled.
Cracks spread across the battlefield. And from beneath the ground, ten thousand towering statues emerged—each standing five meters tall. Made of dark stone, chiseled to perfection, their forms were masculine, powerful, with varied faces, all lifelike, and all majestic. They had broad chests, mighty arms, and serene expressions. Each bore a massive golden-black trishul, embedded in their palms.

Satyabhama gasped.
"They're beautiful... and terrifying."
Rudra's eyes shimmered. He looked at the floating blood sphere. With a whispered mantra, he split it into ten thousand equal droplets, each glowing red. He directed one drop into the heart of each statue.
As soon as the blood entered them— The statues breathed.
A deep, synchronised gasp echoed. Their eyes lit up—molten gold. Their dark stone skin turned slightly flesh-toned, though still textured like granite. They all had dark brown hair, pointed ears, and a primal, yet disciplined aura.
"They live," whispered Satyabhama.
Just then, a brilliant light burst from the sky. From the glowing earth beneath, a divine figure appeared. Clad in green and golden hues, holding a lotus, with earth and mountain symbols etched into her skin—it was Bhudevi Herself.
She descended gently, her eyes filled with sorrow... and pride.
The Bhumi Warriors—now breathing, living beings—immediately knelt.
"Mother..." they said in unison, their voices a soft rumble.
Bhudevi smiled softly, cupping her hands.
"My sons... born not of my womb, but of my soul's grief and stone's endurance. Rise. You are mine."
They rose. Rudra stepped forward.
"Mother, they were born of your stone, brought to life by your son's blood, and given purpose by me. Let them serve you, always."
Bhudevi nodded.
"So be it. They shall be known as the Bhumi Sena—Mountain Brothers. They are ten thousand brothers, all sharing the same soul-link. When one feels pain, the others sense it. When one falls, all rise to protect. They are invincible when their feet touch the earth. No weapon shall slay them. No curse shall bind them. Only time can fade them."
The Mountain Brothers stood tall again.
Bhudevi placed her hand on one of them.
"You are not made for conquest. You are made to protect."
Rudra now turned, eyes softer. He gestured to the 16,100 princesses, who were slowly gathering, still confused, many unable to meet his gaze.
"Mother Bhudevi," Rudra said solemnly, "Your son's actions harmed these innocent women. Let this be the correction to his crime."
He pointed toward the Bhumi Sena.
"These warriors—born pure, with no past—shall now become their protectors... their companions. Let them choose one another in consent and trust. Let their futures not be built on sorrow, but strength."
Bhudevi turned to the girls. She smiled.
"Come, my daughters. You are no longer prisoners. You are free."
One by one, the princesses stepped forward. Shyly, hesitantly... but curious. Each approached the warriors, who stood humbly, heads bowed, trishuls planted.
The first girl placed her hand on the arm of one Mountain Brother. He looked at her, his molten eyes blinking. He smiled.
She smiled back.
That was the spark. Like flowing water, the ice broke. More stepped forward. Some approached nervously, others laughing. Some hugged their chosen warriors. Some kissed their hands.
The Bhumi Sena were overwhelmed—but not uncomfortable. Their expressions were innocent. Like children seeing the world for the first time.
Even Satyabhama found herself wiping a tear.
"He really did it..."
Among the crowd, a group of princesses whispered.
"This one's mine, look at those arms!" "No, no, I saw him first!" "Mine is so gentle... he already helped me tie my hair!"
And in rare cases— Some Bhumi warriors had two or even three girls holding their arms.
One blushed deeply and stammered,
"But... but I don't know how to handle so many..."
Rudra walked past, chuckling.
"You'll learn, brother."
Bhudevi laughed. A soft, ringing laugh like the mountains singing.
The ground itself shimmered with joy.
She looked at Rudra.
"My child, you have healed what even gods feared to touch. You turned blood into life, grief into union. My blessings shall always walk with you."
Rudra bowed.
"My Paa always says... true redemption only comes when you seek forgiveness on the very soil where your sins occurred."
She smiled knowing he was talking about Mahadev.
"And you... have earned it."
With that, Bhudevi rose, turned to her sons and daughters—now united—and vanished into the wind.
The Bhumi Sena roared.
"GLORY TO MOTHER BHUDEVI! GLORY TO KING RUDRA!!"
Their trishuls raised high, the skies echoed with thunder.
Rudra smiled faintly.
"Let's go home."
And thus ended the tale of tyranny—and began a new saga. Of earth-born warriors and princesses made queens. Of redemption, of love, of hope.
Chapter Ends....
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