who had gone berserk and annihilated an entire city with the power of his corrupted yaksha mani


    She prefers the male skin, thought the cosmic form to herself. Interesting.


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    That’s commendable of Aryaman, thought Svetavastra to himself.


    “What do I do, Cultivator,” Toyesha said dejected.


    “You fear your powers because you have lost the purpose in your life,” Svetavastra said. He crouched so that he was at Toyesha’s eye level.


    “Whatever you are going through right now will take time to heal,” said Svetavastra. “You can do a great deal of good when you channel the yaksha mani to protect and to preserve. Learn to be compassionate towards all of humanity, that is the only way to atone for what you did.”


    “How do I do that, cultivator?” asked Toyesha feeling helpless.


    Svetavastra thought for a moment.


    “If you head North, beyond the cliff of Kailashan,” he said. “You will find a brotherhood of monks, they recently were attacked by the demon lord Raktabija and his army that is spreading darkness and wreaking havoc on Bhu-loka. It will take our combined powers to take down Raktabija. I still need to recover some of my powers.”


    Toyesha listened with attention.


    “But for the time being, the monks can create arrays that can keep the darkness at bay temporarily,” said Svetavastra. “As we speak, they must be travelling from kingdom to kingdom trying to warn people of the impending darkness.”


    “Ohh,” said Lakhan remembering something, “