Chapter 19 — The blind still see
Year 63, Kali yuga
Present day
“The boy!” Narukša exclaimed. “I see him! I see the boy!” he tugged at the chains.
Tanvarōka let out a small squawk of surprise from the corner. He scurried to Malasāra, and gestured frantically, his face contorted with confusion.
Malasāra paid the tiny yamadūta no heed. He sees Ripunjaya? How so? Perhaps, he lies? No, this great lump was silent until now, the timing is indeed curious. He watched the shackled asurā with a scowl on his face, as Narukša continued to blather.
“Malasāra, you fool! My eyes you have torn out, but still I see!” Narukša growled. “I see the boy! Death nears him! Bring him here!” he flailed his arms, and the sound of clattering chains resonated in the small cell. “I know you stand before me, Malasāra! Answer me, traitor!”
Malasāra closed his eyes. I see him too. He lay on a riverbank, covered in blood. Wounded. He can heal, the boy will live. But Narukša—how does this Narukša see the boy? Has he powers unbeknownst to me? He turned to Tanvarōka. “Stay here.” Malasāra strode out of the cell, and flew out of Pātalā, and towards Bhūloka, and the wounded Ripunjaya.
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