(A/N):
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The corridor leading to Devara's chamber no longer echoed with urgency.
Now—it carried aftermath.
When Bhishma, Vidura, Drona, Subala, along with Shakuni, his brothers, and Ashwatthama arrived. They stopped.
Not because of danger.
Because of what remained.
The guards were already at work.
Water poured. Cloths dragged.
Red slowly turning… less red.
But not gone. It never fully leaves.
A silence settled among the elders.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Drona's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…All of them?"
A guard bowed hearing his question.
"Yes, Acharya. No survivors left."
Ashwatthama exhaled slowly looking at the carnage before him.
-Sigh!
"…Twenty-seven."
Even he sounded impressed.
Shakuni tilted his head, gaze scanning the room.
"…Efficient."
That was his word for it.
King Subala's expression was harder to read.
This was his palace. His walls.
