Tarakasura was stunned to see the little but extremely powerful child-warrior fight in the battle. He stared unmoving as the tiny arms wielded heavy weaponry with ease. The boy swung the sword left and right, blocking attacks as if he had been doing it for years. In an instant, he would switch from his sword to his vel which appeared to form a gigantic discus as he swung it around with amazing speed, defending and attacking many warriors simultaneously. Tarakasura just watched, unable to move a single muscle. He could see Yama, the God of Death, approach him from a distance. And yet he stood, unmoving and mesmerised at the outstanding battle antics of 6-year-old Kartikeya, the son of Shiva and Parvati. His eyes met those of the boy which seemed to twinkle meaningfully at him. What he had thought would never happen was taking place right before his eyes. He had arrogantly assumed he would never die. He recalled the day when Brahma granted him his boon. After years of severe ...
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