Parashuram : the ascetic warrior

The Satya Yuga, an age of truth, where men were mighty, and the rhythm of Dharma beat strong in their blood. Along the sacred rivers, nestled within ancient forests, were the aashrams of the Bhaargav sages, places of profound peace and unwavering discipline. Students chanted Vedic hymns, their voices rising like a mystifying sound, core to creation itself. Girls milked cows, their movements serene, while others collected wood for the sacred yagna fire.
Yet, a storm gathered on the horizon. From the powerful Haihaya kingdom, sons of the once-just Emperor Kritaveerya, approached. Their nostrils flared, their chariots raising a massive dust cloud that veiled the sky. Blinded by greed and a warped sense of entitlement, these hundred princes, aces in combat, whipped their horses towards the Bhaargavs' tranquil haven. They believed the sages hoarded royal wealth, and they came to reclaim it, oblivious to the profound sacrilege they were about to commit, and the divine wrath they would soon unleash.
