In the Abyssal Depths

Far beneath the surface of the earth, where light dared not venture, the air thrummed with an oppressive energy. Two colossal beings faced each other, their presence a clash of antithetical forces. On one side coiled the Buru, its massive, obsidian-scaled body twisting like an endless nightmare. Opposite it stood the Donyi Polo Dragon, its shimmering form a masterpiece of cosmic harmony, with scales that reflected both the radiant sun and the tranquil moon.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until the Buru broke it with a voice that oozed malice, a grotesque sound that felt like nails scraping against the fabric of existence.

"It’s been a while, Donyi Polo Dragon," it sneered. "Still parading your sanctimonious glow, I see. Tell me, do you ever tire of being a cosmic lapdog?"

The Dragon’s celestial eyes, swirling with the hues of dawn and dusk, remained fixed on the Buru. Its voice, when it came, was calm and resonant, carrying the weight of eons.

"And you, Buru, still wallowing in your hatred. Tell me, does the darkness you revel in ever feel less hollow?"

The Buru’s massive form writhed, its crimson runes pulsing with a rhythmic glow that mirrored a heartbeat. It let out a guttural laugh that echoed through the cavern, shaking the very earth.

"You always did love to posture, Dragon. But let’s not waste time with pleasantries. I saw you watching that boy—Arav Srivastava, wasn’t it? Tell me, were you planning to make him your pawn? Or perhaps..." It leaned forward, its crimson eyes narrowing. "...you’re protecting him."

The Dragon tilted its head, its scales shimmering as its voice rang out with a note of warning.

"And if I am?"

The Buru bared its jagged teeth in a grotesque grin, venom dripping from its forked tongue.

"Then you’re an even bigger fool than I thought. That boy isn’t ordinary, Dragon. He’s the bearer of Vishwaroop Kaal, isn’t he? Do you know what that means? The power to obliterate worlds—"

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"I know exactly what it means," the Dragon interrupted, its tone sharp and unyielding.

The Buru hissed, its massive tail slamming against the cavern wall, sending shards of rock cascading into the abyss.

"Then you should know why I’m interested in him," it growled. "If I consumed him, I’d ascend beyond anything you could imagine. I could finally crush you and end this wretched cycle of ours!"

The Dragon’s eyes narrowed, its shimmering form glowing brighter as its voice echoed with cosmic authority.

"And at what cost, Buru? You would unravel the very fabric of existence. Your insatiable hunger blinds you to the consequences of your actions."

The Buru let out a harsh, mocking laugh.

"Spare me your lectures, Dragon. Don’t act like you don’t see it. That boy is a walking disaster waiting to happen. You think he’ll save this universe? No, he’ll destroy it. And when he does, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces."

The Dragon’s radiant form remained steady, but its voice carried a note of sadness now.

"You see only the destruction, Buru, because destruction is all you know. But Vishwaroop Kaal is not merely a harbinger of doom. It is a force of change, of transformation. Whether it brings ruin or renewal depends on the choices made."

The Buru sneered, its runes glowing brighter as it spat its retort.

"Choices? Do you think that boy can make the right ones? He doesn’t even know what he is. You’re deluded if you think he’ll bring anything but ruin."

The Dragon’s gaze softened, though its presence remained firm.

"You underestimate the resilience of the human spirit, Buru. Arav Srivastava is more than just a bearer. He is a catalyst, a turning point. His destiny is not written in stone, and neither you nor I have the right to decide it for him."

The Buru coiled tighter, its immense form trembling with frustration.

"Tch," it hissed. "You always were an idealist, Dragon. But mark my words, when that boy falters—and he will—I’ll be there to devour him and claim the power I deserve."

With that, the Buru’s massive body began to recede into the shadows, its sinister aura pulling back as it disappeared into the abyss.

As the darkness of the Buru faded, the Dragon stood in contemplative silence, its radiant form illuminating the cavern with a soft, celestial glow.

"Why..." the Dragon murmured to itself, its voice barely above a whisper. "Why did that brat, the Solstice Emperor, after I raised him as my own son, ask me to protect Arav Srivastava?"

The swirling hues in its eyes dimmed slightly, reflecting a deep, unspoken sorrow.

"The end of Kali Yuga is upon us," it said, its voice heavy with the weight of prophecy. "And you, Arav Srivastava… you are the catalyst. May you find the strength to choose renewal over ruin."

With those words, the Dragon spread its vast, shimmering wings and ascended into the heavens, leaving the cavern silent once more.