The Test of Legends
The moment Bheem's name was proclaimed, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted. With confident strides and an aura of strength, Bheem walked towards the glowing orb, his presence commanding attention. The crowd watched in anticipation, whispers of speculation rippling through them. As Bheem approached the orb, he lifted it with ease, and immediately, a bright red light erupted from within.
A collective gasp echoed through the hall, followed by a roaring announcement from Bhishma, "Maharaja level 3!" It was the first Maharaja-level reading of the test, and the crowd went wild. Cheers and applause filled the space as Bheem, with a prideful yet joking demeanor, walked back to his seat, basking in the admiration.
The test continued, participant after participant stepping forward. Each time the orb displayed a different color, the crowd's reactions varied from polite applause to awestruck silence. Then came Yudhisthir's turn. With measured steps, he approached the orb and placed his hands on it. The orb turned red again, and Bhishma announced, "Maharaja level 2!" The crowd responded with fervent applause, impressed by the strength displayed.
Next were Sahdev and Nakul, who each approached the orb with a sense of determination. Both achieved Maharaja level 1, their readings eliciting enthusiastic applause from the spectators. Arjun watched in amazement, astonished by the strength and prowess of Krishna's friends. Each of them displayed remarkable power, reinforcing the high standards of their group.
The atmosphere in the hall shifted once more as the announcer proclaimed the next participant, "Dushana, the second prince of Hastinapur." Dushana, a formidable figure with long hair and a beard, exuded a menacing presence. His ego was palpable as he walked towards the orb, fully expecting a high ranking. With a dramatic flourish, he lifted the orb. The color shifted to red, confirming his expectations. "Maharaja level 2!" Bhishma declared. The hall fell silent for a moment, the crowd absorbing the significance of yet another high-level reading.
As the test progressed, more participants came and went, each displaying varying levels of magical ability. The crowd's excitement ebbed and flowed with each new revelation. Then came the moment many had been waiting for. The announcer called out, "Krishna!"
Krishna, known for his calm and composed demeanor, walked slowly towards the orb. The crowd watched in hushed anticipation as he lifted the orb with one hand. The orb began to shift colors rapidly, cycling through various hues before finally settling into a beautiful, cloudy color. The hall fell into a stunned silence. Even the usually unflappable Bhishma stared in perplexed awe.
"The first Divine in centuries," the announcer finally managed to say, his voice filled with reverence. Krishna, humble and composed, placed the orb back in its position and returned to his seat, the confidence of someone who had expected this outcome radiating from him.
The last name called was Duryodhana, the crown prince of Hastinapur, as if it was planned. With a build similar to Bheem but an aura of malevolence, Duryodhana exuded an air of arrogance as he approached the orb. His presence was foreboding, as if all the world's evil had converged in him. With an ego that matched his stature, he lifted the orb, fully confident of a high-ranking result.
The crowd watched in anxious silence, the tension palpable. Arjun felt a mixture of dread and curiosity as he awaited Duryodhana's result. The test had already revealed incredible powers among Krishna's friends, and now the focus was on Duryodhana, a figure whose reputation preceded him.
As the orb began to react to Duryodhana's touch, the crowd held its breath, waiting to see what level of power the crown prince would display.