These were the brothers he had trained with.
The ones he shared pain and joy with.
The brothers who had gone through a lifetime by his side.
And now, they stood before him once more.
Not as fading memories, but as breathing, fighting warriors.
Shockingly, not only did they look identical to how he remembered them—their movements, their techniques, even their speech—everything felt real.
"Brother," said Arjuna with a somber smile as he readied his bow. "Praise the gods we get to do this one more time."
Bima laughed heartily, hefting his enormous mace onto his shoulder. "I feel so powerful... maybe this time, we'll win!"
The twins, Nakula and Sadewa, nodded silently and vanished in a flash of movement, moving like twin winds, waiting for an opening.
Ashaka closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath.
"Magus realms... This is what you all could have become... if only I hadn't failed."
