Suryaputra Karna: 10 Million Dharma Critical hits-Chapter 107 - 105: The Chase Begins

The sound faded.

Slowly at first—

Then completely.

Swallowed by the forest.

But its meaning did not disappear with it.

It remained.

Clear.

Sharp.

Unmistakable.

A signal.

Not random.

Not instinctive.

Not something made in fear.

It had intent.

Purpose.

Direction.

Duryodhana turned his gaze toward where it had come from.

His eyes sharpened.

Focused.

Calculating.

"They’re calling someone."

A brief pause.

His grip tightened slightly around his mace.

"Or warning them."

Beside him—

Karna did not move.

Not physically.

But his awareness—

Was already in motion.

It stretched outward.

Beyond the village.

Beyond the broken remains of what had just occurred.

Following something invisible.

Something subtle.

Something only he could perceive.

The faint pull—

Returned.

But this time—

It was stronger.

Clearer.

No longer distant.

"They’re moving."

His voice was calm.

Certain.

Duryodhana’s lips curved into a faint smirk.

"Good."

A short pause.

"Then we follow."

There was no hesitation.

No debate.

No second thought.

Because this had already changed.

This was no longer investigation.

No longer observation.

This—

Was pursuit.

They moved immediately.

Leaving the ruined village behind without another glance.

No reason to stay.

Nothing more to learn there.

The trail was ahead.

And they would not lose it.

The land shifted quickly as they advanced.

The open, broken terrain gave way to denser growth.

Trees rose higher.

Closer together.

Branches interlocked overhead—

Blocking light.

The forest thickened.

Darkened.

Closed in around them.

The path—

Disappeared.

To ordinary eyes—

There was nothing to follow.

No tracks.

No clear signs.

No broken branches or disturbed soil that would guide the way.

But Karna did not slow.

Because he was not following the ground.

He was following disturbance.

Subtle shifts in the flow.

Tiny disruptions in the natural order of things.

Patterns that had been forced—

Not broken.

"They’re not hiding properly."

Karna spoke quietly.

Duryodhana raised an eyebrow as he kept pace beside him.

"Confident?"

Karna nodded once.

"They’re rushing."

A pause.

"That makes mistakes."

Duryodhana’s smile widened slightly.

Not amused—

But engaged.

"Then let’s find them before they fix those mistakes."

Their pace increased.

Not recklessly.

Not blindly charging forward.

But with sharpened intent.

Every step measured.

Every movement controlled.

The deeper they went—

The heavier the air became.

Not natural.

It carried the same distortion they had felt before.

But stronger now.

More aggressive.

Less stable.

It pressed against the senses.

Not physically—

But perceptually.

As if the space itself was being stretched.

Warped.

Karna slowed slightly.

His eyes narrowed.

His focus deepened.

"They’re trying something."

Duryodhana’s grip tightened.

"Another ritual?"

Karna shook his head faintly.

"Not the same."

His voice lowered.

"This one... is incomplete."

The words carried weight.

A warning.

Because incomplete—

Did not mean weak.

It meant unstable.

Unpredictable.

Dangerous.

They moved forward more carefully now.

The forest began to thin.

The density easing.

And ahead—

A clearing appeared.

Faint light flickered within it.

But it was not sunlight.

It pulsed.

Irregular.

Unnatural.

They stopped at the edge.

Not stepping in immediately.

Observing first.

And what they saw—

Was different.

Several figures stood in formation.

More than before.

Far more.

Their positions were precise.

Deliberate.

Each one placed with intention.

They moved—

But not freely.

Their motions were synchronized.

Controlled.

Part of something larger.

And at the center—

Something was forming.

Not a beast.

Not a human.

Something else.

A shape.

Undefined.

Incomplete.

It flickered.

Shifting between forms that never fully settled.

Stretching.

Collapsing.

Reforming again.

Like something trying to exist—

But failing to stabilize.

Duryodhana frowned.

His gaze fixed on it.

"What is that?"

Karna’s eyes sharpened.

His awareness locked onto the center.

"A fragment."

A brief pause.

"Trying to take form."

The realization struck instantly.

This was not control.

Not manipulation.

This was creation.

Or something dangerously close to it.

Duryodhana exhaled slowly.

"So this is their goal."

Karna nodded once.

"Yes."

A brief silence followed.

Heavy.

Focused.

Then—

One of the figures turned.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

As if it had sensed them.

Its gaze locked directly onto Karna.

Unwavering.

The others followed.

One by one.

Their movements halting.

Their formation pausing—

But not breaking.

For a moment—

Everything stood still.

Then—

A voice echoed.

Not from one figure.

But from all of them.

"You followed."

The sound was wrong.

Layered.

Unified.

Stripped of individuality.

Duryodhana stepped forward slightly.

His stance grounding.

Mace ready.

"You ran."

A faint smirk appeared.

"We don’t."

The figures did not react.

Not outwardly.

But the presence in the clearing shifted.

Deepened.

"You interfere again."

The same voice.

The same tone.

But now—

More aware.

More focused.

Karna stepped forward.

Calm.

Unshaken.

"You are forcing it again."

A pause.

"It will break."

The figures remained still.

For a moment—

There was no response.

Then—

A subtle shift passed through them.

"Then we will force it harder."

The words came cold.

Absolute.

Without hesitation.

Without doubt.

The formation tightened.

The figures moved closer.

Their synchronization increasing.

Their control intensifying.

At the center—

The unstable shape reacted.

It began to solidify.

Slowly.

Unevenly.

But undeniably.

Its form grew denser.

Its flickering less erratic.

The air trembled.

The distortion surged.

The flow—

Warped violently.

Duryodhana lowered his stance.

His grip firm.

His intent clear.

"Looks like we’re stopping this."

Karna did not respond.

His gaze remained fixed on the forming fragment.

Because this—

Was no longer a test.

No longer a simple encounter.

This was escalation.

Real.

Dangerous.

Unpredictable.

The kind of moment that changed everything—

Depending on how it ended.

The air grew heavier.

The pressure building.

The fragment stabilizing—

Piece by piece.

And the next moment—

Would decide—

Whether that thing—

Would fully take form.

Or be stopped—

Before it ever truly existed.

To capture the rising dread of an unnatural creation and the unwavering resolve of the "Sun" and the "Prince" as they stand against a flickering heresy of nature, here is the shayari:

""Srishti ke niyamon ko tod, ek saaya aakaar leta hai,Adhoora hai wo khwaab magar, roohon ko maar deta hai.Na ye daitya hai, na maanav hai, bas ek vikrit maaya hai,Par use mitaane ’Karna’ khada, jo khud Surya ki chaaya hai.""

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