Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Blood Moon Banquet's Treachery

Peaks, casting crimson shadows across the grand banquet hall—a vast cavern hewn from eternal ice, lit by floating orbs of Navagraha fire. Prodigies from Bharatvarsha's holiest clans gathered on silk cushions, feasting on ambrosial fruits and prana-infused nectar. Headmaster Parashurama presided, his axe gleaming like a severed asura head. Arjun Vikramaditya sat apart, Vel lance propped beside him, senses honed by the Kubera Cube's vigilant hum. Whispers of the Kaurav exiles' plot lingered, but he savored the moment—refined prana from the Stormwind Gauntlet coursed through widened meridians, Garuda Feather granting bursts of ethereal speed. �The revelry peaked with Vedic minstrels chanting sutras of ancient wars. Then, chalices were raised in toast to new disciples. Arjun sipped cautiously; a bitter tang hit—Patala Viper Essence, soul-corroding poison tailored for cube bearers. Vision blurred as abyssal serpents writhed in his dantian, clawing at the cube. Around him, illusions bloomed: banquet-goers morphed into rakshasa assassins, six-eyed horrors with venom fangs. Duryodhan's work—hired from Patala fringes, their blades etched with curses. Chaos erupted; weaker prodigies screamed, meridians seizing. Arjuna (rival heir) swung his divine bow futilely at phantoms.Arjun's heart of sanatana dharma ignited ruthless calm. "Not today," he growled, purging venom with Jatayu rebirth flames. The cube unleashed Myriad Karma Wheel—a spinning violet vortex manifesting above, devouring illusory serpents. Soul screams echoed as it crushed their karmic cores, feeding essence back to him. Real assassins lunged: five shadows, cloaked in abyss silk, daggers flashing Shadow Bind sutras. Arjun blurred into Golden Roc Shattering Void, Garuda wings ghosting his back. Vel swept in Flowers in a Storm, petal-thunder barrage sealing all paths—not even water could slip through.First foe fell, meridians pulped by Pulse Severing Palm. Second impaled on Vel's core strike, thunder chaining to the third. Parashurama's axe cleaved the fourth; Arjun claimed the fifth with Chasing Thunder, violet arcs frying nerves. The hall cleared, survivors staring at the outsider who turned ambush to annihilation. "Kaurav dogs send rats," Arjun spat, looting a bloodied scroll: "End the cube heir before Peaks' core trial." Duryodhan's seal confirmed it.Headmaster's voice boomed: "Vikramaditya, your will rivals rishis. Tomorrow's Abyss Descent awaits—Patala gates open for true heirs." Prodigies bowed deeper; alliances formed in awe. That night, in his ice grotto, Arjun refined stolen essence. Cube visions deepened: Asura Metamorphosis stirring, red curse seals etching his face in dreams, six arms promising god-rending might. Abyss Devil fusion beckoned, bone spikes ready to pierce heavens.Dawn broke with war horns. Kaurav vengeance escalated; greater clans watched. Arjun's path sharpened—ruthless cuts birthed legends. From Crimson Lotus to Peaks, each trial forged the Chakravarti. Patala called; 33 Lokas trembled faintly. His dharma burned eternal, unyielding as mountains.