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The wicked force had spread almost everywhere in Rajasthan.
The government deployed more soldiers all around the country where the evils had risen. The government’s plan was not only to finish them off but also to win people’s trust so that they could use it in the next election, showing off what they had done during the nightmare.
The people that Arjun Rawat had forced to leave their homes were now struggling to survive the onslaught from the rakshasas and shaitans. Ten youngsters, who had been chosen to lead, were the first ones to run away as the rakshasas attacked them. When they found the pishachas almost everywhere, they somehow managed to return to their houses and locked themselves inside to survive.
The alleys, streets, buildings, cities, states—almost the entire country—was painfully sobbing and screaming.
Many crusaders were dying as the bloodthirsty force was attacking in a horde from random directions. The horrifically gigantic pishachas, rakshasas, and rakshasis were impossible to kill, and they were squeezing humans under their feet, crushing buildings with their hands and enormous weapons, and burning places down after exhaling with their fire breath.
The streets were now flooded with human bodies and blood, as well as the survivors who were running about in attempts to protect themselves.
The nation was resounding with the painful, heart-wrenching commotion of bomb drops, gun shots, people’s sobbing, and the screeching of the evils.
