Chapter 387 - 355: Guardian Beast Reclaims It’s Throne...

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The guardian beast remained completely still for a few moments after the last traces of the black smoke disappeared from its body, as though it was trying to understand what had just happened.

For centuries, every movement of its body had been accompanied by the sensation of those cursed chains tightening around its flesh, and even when it slept, the curse had never allowed it to forget its imprisonment.

Now there was nothing.

No chains pulling at its limbs, no dark energy feeding upon its life force, and no wounds reopening the moment they began to heal.

It slowly lowered its head and looked toward the entrance of the cave, where a faint stream of daylight entered through the gaps between the rocks.

The enormous beast took its first step toward the entrance.

Its claws scraped against the stone floor, producing a deep sound that echoed through the cavern.

Devara followed a few steps behind, with Karna, Ashwatthama and the tribal leader walking behind him.

None of them tried to get ahead of the guardian.

They simply allowed it to walk at its own pace, understanding that after spending so many years trapped inside that cave, the creature deserved to be the first one to step outside.

As the guardian approached the entrance, the snakes that had been scattered around the cave suddenly became restless.

Their tongues flickered rapidly as they sensed the enormous presence coming closer, and within moments several of them lifted their heads and looked toward the approaching beast.

These were the same snakes that had guarded the cave for years, preventing anyone from entering the place and unknowingly protecting the cursed guardian from the outside world.

They had remained there because something within the forest had compelled them to protect this place, but now the creature they had been guarding was walking directly toward them.

The moment the first of the snakes realized how close the guardian was, it immediately turned around and hurried toward a crack in the rocks.

Another followed.

Then another.

Within moments, the entrance became filled with snakes desperately moving away from the guardian, slipping between stones and disappearing into the surrounding bushes.

They did not attack it, nor did they attempt to block its path.

They simply wanted to get away from the creature whose presence was far beyond anything they wanted to confront.

The tribal leader watched the sight with disbelief before quietly saying,

"These snakes have been guarding this cave for years. Even we never dared to come near this place because of them, but now they are running away from the very creature they were protecting."

Karna looked at the retreating snakes and then at the guardian.

"Perhaps they were only protecting the cave because they sensed something powerful within it. They may never have understood that the creature inside was a prisoner."

Devara did not answer immediately.

His eyes remained fixed upon the guardian as it continued toward the entrance, because he understood that whatever happened next belonged to the beast itself.

Finally, the guardian reached the mouth of the cave.

It stopped there.

For a moment, it simply stared outside.

Beyond the entrance was the forest, stretching beneath the open sky with sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Trees moved gently in the breeze, birds called from distant branches, and somewhere far away the sound of flowing water could be heard.

None of these things were extraordinary to Devara, Karna or Ashwatthama, yet the guardian stood there as though it had been shown an entirely new world.

Slowly, it raised one enormous paw and placed it outside the cave.

The moment its paw touched the earth, a cold breeze swept through the forest and brushed against its face.

The guardian froze.

Its eyes slowly closed.

The breeze passed through its enormous mane, causing the long strands of fur around its neck to move gently from one side to another.

The creature remained completely still as it took a deep breath, drawing the scent of the forest into its lungs.

It could smell the trees, the flowers, the damp soil, the distant river and the countless creatures living within the forest.

After centuries of smelling nothing except stone, blood and the foul energy of the curse, even the natural scent of the forest seemed precious.

Another breeze passed over its body.

Its mane moved again.

The guardian tilted its head slightly, almost as though it wanted to feel more of it.

Devara watched quietly from behind.

There was no need for him to say anything.

He could see what the creature was experiencing simply by looking at its expression.

This was not merely an animal stepping outside a cave.

This was a living being experiencing freedom again after an existence that had been reduced to nothing more than pain and survival.

For centuries, the guardian had not been able to choose where it stood, where it walked or even when it could rest.

The chains had decided everything for it.

They had pierced its body, drained its strength and forced it to remain inside that cave while its own healing ability became another part of its punishment.

Now, for the first time in all those years, the guardian could feel the wind without something attached to its body trying to take that freedom away.

It slowly opened its eyes and looked toward the sky.

The sunlight touched its face.

The guardian remained there for several seconds before spreading its enormous wings.

The movement was slow at first, almost uncertain, as though its body had forgotten what it felt like to use them freely.

The wings stretched wider and wider until they covered a large portion of the entrance, and the guardian looked at them for a moment before moving them once.

The rush of air caused leaves and small branches around the cave entrance to shake.

A second movement followed, stronger than the first.

The guardian lifted its head.

Then, with its mane flowing in the cold breeze, it released a deep roar that echoed across the forest.

ROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR!

Birds suddenly flew from the trees, animals hidden among the bushes hurried away, and even the elephants in the deeper part of the forest turned their heads toward the sound.

The returning tigers also paused for a moment, listening to the powerful roar that had travelled through the trees.

Devara looked at the guardian and smiled faintly.

The forest had spent years suffering without its protector.

Now its protector had finally returned.

The roar continued to roll through the forest, but something strange happened as the sound travelled farther and farther between the trees.

A faint energy began spreading from the guardian’s body, flowing outward with every vibration of its voice.

At first it was barely noticeable, like a gentle ripple passing through the air, but soon the entire forest seemed to respond to it.

The leaves that had been hanging quietly began to tremble, small plants pushed themselves upright, and the flowers scattered across the forest floor slowly opened as though they had been waiting for this exact moment.

Even the trees seemed to regain a little of their former vitality, their branches becoming greener as the energy passed through them.

It was as if something that had been missing from the forest for centuries had finally returned to its rightful place.

Devara noticed it immediately. He could feel the change beneath his feet, a faint pulse travelling through the soil and spreading toward every corner of the forest.

The forest spirit had spoken about a protector who once maintained the balance of this place, and now Devara finally understood what she had meant.

The guardian was not simply another powerful beast living within the forest.

Its very existence was connected to the life of the forest itself.

With its return, the energy that had been slowly fading for years was being replenished, and the trees, plants and creatures around them seemed to recognize that their protector had come back.

The guardian finally allowed its roar to fade.

For a few moments, the forest remained strangely quiet after it.

Then the enormous creature slowly turned around.

Its golden eyes settled upon Devara.

Devara remained where he was, watching the guardian approach.

Karna and Ashwatthama instinctively stepped slightly aside, giving the creature enough space to reach him.

The tribal leader also moved back, still unable to take his eyes away from the enormous beast that had once been nothing more than a legend preserved in an ancient carving.

The guardian walked toward Devara slowly, each step pressing its massive paws into the earth. Yet there was no hostility in its movements.

Instead, its expression carried something that Devara had rarely seen in a wild creature of such immense power. Recognition.

As it came closer, the guardian’s gaze shifted beyond Devara for a brief moment.

Behind him, almost like faint divine impressions visible only to those blessed enough to perceive them, it sensed the presence of the three supreme cosmic powers.

The forms of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva seemed to stand behind Devara within its perception, not physically present before the others, but unmistakable to the guardian whose connection with nature allowed it to sense the divine essence surrounding him.

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