Night fell heavy over Hastinapur.
In the inner chambers of the palace, where incense faded into shadows and no courtiers dared enter without trembling, Gandhari sat alone. Her eyes remained covered with the sacred cloth—self-bound, out of loyalty to her blind husband. She had walked through life in chosen darkness.
But now, in the silence, her heart burned with unseen fire.
Twenty-five sons. Raised. Trained. Loved.
Twenty-five sons… walking toward war.
---
She felt the disturbance before she heard it.
Footsteps—not loud, but inevitable.
A presence like time itself entered her chamber. The room brightened faintly, as though the sun rose inside the walls.
> "Queen Gandhari," Aryan said gently. "I come not as an intruder… but as a witness."
She did not turn. "Witness to what? To the fall of Kuru? The war my womb gave birth to?"
> "No," Aryan replied softly. "To the mother who holds more power in her silence than armies do in their swords."
Her fingers tightened around her prayer beads. "Power? My sons walk toward death. My voice is unheard. My sight is gone. What power do I have left?"
Aryan stepped forward and held out his hand. A white lotus formed—carved from karmic energy.
> "The power to curse the future… or to reshape it. You are the last link to mercy before the skies burn."
Gandhari's body went still.
Aryan's third eye opened—its glow brushing across her brow, where her own third eye, hidden by her blindfold, began to hum.
> "I came to open your sight. Not the one you gave up… but the one that sees karma, time, and truth."
---
System Activation: Soul Awakening – Shakti Mode
> [Target: Gandhari]
[Result: Unlock Third Eye of Foresight – Temporarily]
[Effect: Witness past, present, and future threads of her own bloodline]
---
Light flared silently.
Gandhari gasped as visions flooded in:
Her sons falling—Dushasana slain, Duryodhana crushed, their bodies scattered like leaves in a storm.
Her curse echoing across yugas, shattering Krishna's lineage.
A forest in flames. Dwarka sinking.
The yuga collapsing under grief, not victory.
She cried out, staggering to her knees.
> "This… This is what I do? My words bring this?"
Aryan knelt beside her.
> "Yes. But they also can undo it. Your grief is pure. But grief when poisoned becomes destruction."
She trembled. "Then what do I do now?"
Aryan placed a karmic thread in her palm—a golden filament glowing with choice.
> "Let your curse become a blessing in disguise. Not to destroy Krishna's lineage… but to ensure no king after this war repeats your pain. Help create a world where mothers do not bury sons for the pride of thrones."
---
System Update:
> [Gandhari's Curse – Modified]
[New Effect: Yadava Destruction Transformed to Yadava Dissolution – Peaceful Migration]
[Timeline Damage Repaired: 42%]
[Future of Dwarka: Stable]
---
Tears rolled beneath her blindfold.
She whispered, "You're not here just to change history… you're here to heal it."
Aryan stood.
> "Even a shattered crown holds light inside. Even grief can become wisdom."
He turned to go.
But as he reached the door, Gandhari spoke again.
> "You may be rewriting fate… but do not forget—even the gods failed to stop war. Will you?"
Aryan paused.
> "No. I won't stop war. But I will stop it from being meaningless."
And with that, he vanished into golden dust.