As Karna arrived at the Hunter's Guild, he spotted Aarav and the Detective engaged in discussion. The Detective, a man with a sharp demeanor, addressed the gathered hunters with urgency.
"A new gate has opened," he announced. "It's still active and unlike the last one, it hasn't closed yet. We need a team to handle it."
Aarav, standing next to him, added, "We've assessed the gate's rank and determined it to be Silver or Gold. The following hunters have been selected for this mission."
The Detective then specified, "Karna, Ashwatthama, and Bhima, you three will be going."
As the notifications for the gate's location appeared on their devices, Karna's heart sank. The coordinates matched the gate he had discovered earlier. He chose to keep this information to himself, unsure of how it would be received or if it would impact their mission.
Ashwatthama and Bhima looked at each other, ready for the task at hand. Ashwatthama's eyes reflected a calculated focus, while Bhima's expression showed readiness and enthusiasm.
Aarav addressed the trio with a serious tone. "Remember, this gate hasn't closed yet, which could mean it's unstable or more dangerous than usual. Proceed with caution and report any significant findings immediately."
The Detective nodded in agreement. "We'll provide support as needed, but your priority is to secure the area and assess the situation. Good luck."
As the three hunters prepared to leave, Karna reflected on the implications of their mission. The familiarity of the gate's location troubled him, and he resolved to be vigilant. The team set out towards the gate, each member mentally preparing for the challenges that lay ahead.
Bhima raised an eyebrow at Karna's question but answered with a shrug. "My older brother is Duryodhana, and my younger brothers are Dushasana, Yudhishthira, Nakula, and Sahadeva."
Karna's eyes widened slightly at the names. He was familiar with the names from his past life during the Mahabharata. The names of Bhima's siblings matched those of the Pandavas and their enemies.
Trying to maintain his composure, Karna asked, "What are they doing now?"
Bhima glanced at Karna, sensing something but choosing not to press further. "Duryodhana runs a business empire, Dushasana works as a consultant, and the younger ones are still in school or training. Why the curiosity?"
Karna forced a casual smile. "Just curious about the connections people might have."
Bhima nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. The car continued its journey towards the gate, the atmosphere filled with a mix of anticipation and caution as they approached their destination.
Bhima raised an eyebrow at Karna's question but answered with a shrug. "My older brother is Duryodhana, and my younger brothers are Dushasana, Yudhishthira, Nakula, and Sahadeva."
Karna's eyes widened slightly at the names. He was familiar with the names from his past life during the Mahabharata. The names of Bhima's siblings matched those of the Pandavas and their enemies.
Trying to maintain his composure, Karna asked, "What are they doing now?"
Bhima glanced at Karna, sensing something but choosing not to press further. "Duryodhana runs a business empire, Dushasana works as a consultant, and the younger ones are still in school or training. Why the curiosity?"
Karna forced a casual smile. "Just curious about the connections people might have."
Bhima nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. The car continued its journey towards the gate, the atmosphere filled with a mix of anticipation and caution as they approached their destination.
Karn then looked at him. "Also I am just supires one of your brother is not named Arjuna".
This cough Bhima eyes as he though to him self. 'so it seems like I am not the only reborn in the Morden era, but is this the same Karna or just has his name".
Bhima just looked at him before he spoke. "Will yes and no, I have cousin with that name".
Karna raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Bhima's response. "A cousin named Arjuna? That's quite the coincidence. What's he like?"
Bhima pondered for a moment. "Arjuna is a skilled martial artist, known for his sharp reflexes and strategic mind. He's also quite dedicated to his training."
Karna nodded, finding the information interesting. "Sounds like someone I'd get along with. It's strange how so many names from the past seem to echo into the present."
Bhima chuckled softly. "It does make things more interesting. Maybe our paths will cross with him one day."
As the car approached the gate, the conversation shifted to the task at hand, with each member preparing for the challenges that awaited them.
As the car approached the gate, Karna and Bhima exchanged thoughtful glances, each lost in their own contemplations. Both were acutely aware of the unsettling similarities between their past lives and their current situation.
Karna's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of his memories and the current world around him. He couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was more than just a coincidence. "It's strange how the past seems to resonate so strongly with our present lives," he thought.
Bhima shared a similar sentiment, reflecting on the parallels between his life and the legendary figures from their shared past. "There's definitely something more to this," he mused. "The similarities are too striking to ignore."
As they arrived at the gate, both men felt a deep sense of anticipation, knowing that their upcoming encounter would likely bring more answers—or more questions—about the mysterious connections binding their past and present selves.
Ashwathama then jumped into the gate as Karna and Bhima just sighed they went inside of the gate and saw Ashwathama as he had a smile but was a bit shaken, as he looked at the cave
Karna and Bhima stepped through the gate, their surroundings shifting as they entered the cave. The transition left them slightly disoriented, but they quickly refocused on the task at hand. They found Ashwathama standing amidst the rocky terrain, his expression a mix of awe and mild unease.
Ashwathama's eyes widened as he took in the cave's vast, eerie interior. "Holy wow, that is what it's like walking into a gate," he said, still catching his breath. "I felt like my soul was ripped out and my body remade."
Karna nodded, understanding the sentiment. "It's quite an experience. The gates can be disorienting at first, but we need to stay focused."
Bhima, still processing the similarities between their past lives, looked around the cave. "Let's get moving. We need to assess the situation and deal with whatever is in here."
The three hunters proceeded deeper into the cave, readying themselves for any threats that might arise. The cave's darkness and the anticipation of what lay ahead heightened their senses, making them keenly aware of every sound and movement.
Karna, Bhima, and Ashwathama moved deeper into the cave, their senses sharp. The air grew thick, and the shadows seemed to close in around them. Suddenly, a guttural roar echoed through the tunnel. From the darkness, a massive, scaled beast emerged—its eyes glowing a fierce yellow, and its serpentine body coiling menacingly.
Without hesitation, Karna charged forward, spear in hand. He thrust the spear toward the creature's underbelly, but the beast swiftly countered, swiping at him with its razor-sharp claws. Karna dodged the blow, rolling to the side and driving his spear into the creature's flank. The beast roared in pain but remained undeterred.
Bhima followed up, his massive club swinging with devastating force. He aimed for the creature's head, landing a solid blow that caused it to stagger. Bhima pressed the attack, each strike resounding through the cave as the creature struggled to retaliate. The dragon-like beast lashed out with its tail, but Bhima deftly sidestepped, bringing his club down on the creature's spine with a thunderous crash.
Meanwhile, Ashwathama had positioned himself strategically. He began channeling his energy, summoning a series of fiery orbs. With a swift motion, he launched them at the beast. The orbs exploded on impact, engulfing the creature in flames. The beast thrashed violently, its roars growing more desperate.
The creature, now severely wounded, reared back and unleashed a torrent of fire. Karna quickly invoked his Sun Magic, creating a radiant barrier that absorbed the flames. He then closed in, driving his spear through the beast's throat in a final, lethal strike. The creature convulsed, its massive form collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud. The cave fell silent once more, save for the crackling of the dying flames.
The dragon-like creature let out a guttural roar as blood oozed from the wound in its throat. It wasn't done yet. With a surge of primal fury, it lunged at Karna, jaws wide, aiming to devour him whole. Karna sidestepped with lightning speed, his spear glowing with a fiery aura. He swung it in a wide arc, slicing through the beast's side, the blade cutting through scales and flesh like butter. Blood sprayed across the cave walls, painting them red.
Bhima, seeing the opening, charged forward with his club held high. He brought it down with a bone-shattering impact on the dragon's skull, causing the ground to tremble. The beast's head cracked open, blood and brain matter splattering across the stone floor. But even as its skull caved in, the creature thrashed violently, refusing to die.
Ashwathama summoned a storm of razor-sharp wind blades that ripped through the dragon's wings, tearing them to shreds. The creature howled in agony, its wings reduced to nothing but tattered flesh and bone. It lashed out in desperation, its claws raking across Bhima's chest, drawing deep gashes that oozed blood. Bhima grunted in pain but did not falter.
Karna moved in for the kill, his spear now blazing with the full power of his Sun Magic. He drove it into the beast's gaping maw, the blade piercing through the roof of its mouth and into its brain. The dragon convulsed, its body seizing as Karna twisted the spear, ensuring the kill. Blood and viscera gushed from its mouth, drenching Karna in the creature's lifeblood.
Bhima, still bleeding from his wounds, roared with fury and swung his club once more, this time aiming for the beast's neck. With a single, brutal strike, he severed the creature's head from its body. Blood spurted from the gaping neck wound, pooling around their feet as the headless corpse collapsed, twitching as the last vestiges of life drained away.
Ashwathama, not one to leave a job unfinished, unleashed a final blast of fire, engulfing the severed head and reducing it to a charred husk. The stench of burning flesh filled the air, but the battle was over.
The three warriors stood over the remains of the dragon-like beast, their bodies covered in blood and sweat, their breaths heavy but victorious. They had faced a monster born of nightmares and emerged triumphant, their strength and brutality unmatched.
Ashwatthama still cover in blood saw it Turing into smoke. "Will you look at that, these are going away,"
As then Karna notice something as the dragon was turning dust, it dropped a crystal but also 3 weapons. "Um guy, would look at that"
Bhima saw the weapons as he spoke. "A golden arrows with, a Club that looks powerful and a spiked red colour wheel, almost like the one Ashwatthama has"
Karna, Ashwatthama, and Bhima exchanged glances as they approached the weapons cautiously. The golden arrow shimmered with an otherworldly glow, radiating a powerful aura that seemed to pulse in sync with Karna's heartbeat. It was as if the arrow was calling out to him, resonating with his very soul.
Karna reached out, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the arrow. The moment he touched it, he felt a surge of energy course through his body, a familiar warmth that reminded him of the power of the sun. It was no ordinary arrow; it was a divine weapon, one that could turn the tide of any battle.
Bhima, on the other hand, was drawn to the club. It was a massive weapon, its head adorned with intricate carvings that depicted scenes of battle and conquest. As he gripped the handle, he felt its immense weight, but it was a burden he could bear with ease. The club seemed to vibrate with raw power, a weapon fit for a warrior of his strength.
Ashwatthama, still covered in the blood of the dragon, eyed the spiked wheel. It was a weapon that bore a striking resemblance to his own. The red spikes glinted menacingly, and the wheel seemed to hum with a dark energy. He picked it up, feeling the weight and balance of the weapon. It was as if the wheel had been forged specifically for him, a perfect match for his fighting style.
The crystal that had dropped from the dragon's remains continued to glow with a soft, eerie light. Karna picked it up, holding it up to the light. Inside the crystal, swirling clouds of energy seemed to move with a life of their own.
Bhima examined his new club, swinging it experimentally. "This... feels right," he said, nodding in approval. "It's like it was made for me."
Ashwatthama twirled the spiked wheel, its crimson spikes catching the light as he did. "Fate has a strange way of bringing us what we need," he remarked, his voice tinged with satisfaction.
Karna, still holding the golden arrow, nodded in agreement. "These weapons... they are gifts from the battle. Tools for the war to come."
As the dust from the dragon settled, and the last remnants of the gate began to fade, the three warriors knew that their journey was far from over. The weapons they had acquired were powerful, but they also carried a weight of responsibility. They were not just hunters; they were protectors, and the battles ahead would require every ounce of strength they had.
To be continued
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