As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a blood-red hue over the battlefiel

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a blood-red hue over the battlefield of Kurukshetra, Lord Krishna stood amidst the carnage with an aura of divine intensity. The evening sky mirrored the chaos of the war, where countless Kauravas had met their end under the relentless onslaught. The air was thick with the echoes of clashing weapons and the cries of fallen warriors. Amidst this chaos, Krishna's presence seemed both serene and formidable, his gaze fixed upon the unfolding drama of fate and dharma