The ground was hard beneath me. Water seeped away, drying the land after the battle was over. What was left of the havoc had disappeared like a breeze sending dandelions flying. Once Ravana died, his power vanished with him. His army melted into nothingness. His city crumbled to dust and lost to the wind.
The trumpets and horns blew.
No doubt the dread of Ravana was over, the sun had risen and the sky was clear now, darkness was gone and the light was everywhere. The world was now stabilized after quivering of the Great War. The wind started flowing with divine odor, justice was delivered and truth had finally prevailed. Flocks of swans flew overhead, crying melodious songs. Men would say that they were celestial beings in disguise, bringing praises from heaven.
A golden dust like firef
