PRALAYA
AT THE NEWS OF SATI'S DEATH.
AT THE NEWS OF SATI'S DEATH.
The extreme sorrow gave way to extreme rage, and Narada noticed that Shiva was going into a different mood.
He had darkened, His face resembled the darkest cloud in the sky, and His eyes became bloodshot, His hair started rising in arousal of extreme excitement, like the mixed thrill of a warrior, when He is about to embark into an immediate and deadly battle.
He started stomping His feet on the ground, causing the earth below Him to quake and the mountains in the horizons actually seemed to shake.“Daksha, you will not be spared! Sati, I am coming! Sateee!!”
Shiva started a war dance, His right hand pulled out His Trishula from the ground where it had been restfully parked for months, as if to jerk it out of its dormancy. “BABHAM!!” He yelled a war cry and lunged forwards.
“Babham Bhayankar, Jai Shiv Shanker!” cried the ganas, their collective voices sending shudders down the entire jungle and valley.
He had darkened, His face resembled the darkest cloud in the sky, and His eyes became bloodshot, His hair started rising in arousal of extreme excitement, like the mixed thrill of a warrior, when He is about to embark into an immediate and deadly battle.
He started stomping His feet on the ground, causing the earth below Him to quake and the mountains in the horizons actually seemed to shake.“Daksha, you will not be spared! Sati, I am coming! Sateee!!”
Shiva started a war dance, His right hand pulled out His Trishula from the ground where it had been restfully parked for months, as if to jerk it out of its dormancy. “BABHAM!!” He yelled a war cry and lunged forwards.
“Babham Bhayankar, Jai Shiv Shanker!” cried the ganas, their collective voices sending shudders down the entire jungle and valley.
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