The Creation of Krishna's Clones

  Krishna had never anticipated that a routine mission—a simple extraction gone awry—would spiral into a living nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his days. It all began on an ordinary night, under the dim glow of city lights, when his covert operation was ambushed by a ruthless band of terrorists. These were not mere common criminals; they were ideologues, driven by twisted ambitions and a hunger for power, whose goal was to harness the extraordinary abilities of individuals like Krishna for their own nefarious ends.

  In a brutal and unexpected turn of events, Krishna was overpowered and abducted. He awoke in a sterile, cold laboratory that reeked of antiseptic and despair—a place where hope was systematically stripped away. The lab was a labyrinth of metal corridors, humming machines, and harsh fluorescent lights that cast a clinical pallor over every surface. Here, amidst the hum of scientific equipment and the cold, unfeeling gaze of his captors, Krishna was reduced to nothing more than a test subject.

  For days, the terrorists subjected him to endless experiments. They tortured him, both physically and mentally, probing the depths of his mind to extract the secrets of his mysterious Catalyst—a power that allowed him to manipulate energy and matter in ways that defied conventional understanding. These captors were obsessed with control; they believed that by understanding Krishna's abilities, they could replicate and weaponize them to create an unstoppable army. Their goal was singular: to create perfect clones of Krishna, each imbued with a fraction of his power but, ideally, with none of his moral restraint. They wanted weapons—living, breathing weapons—that could sow chaos and destruction on command.

  The experiments were as gruesome as they were relentless. Krishna was strapped to cold metal tables, his body subjected to agonizing injections and electric shocks. His mind was bombarded with sensory overloads and twisted simulations, designed to break his spirit and force his powers to manifest in new, terrifying forms. Every moment was a battle for survival, every second a descent into pain and darkness. And through it all, the terrorists recorded every detail, every nuance of his suffering, with the singular purpose of replicating his abilities in his clones.

  It was in these dire conditions, with hope all but extinguished, that the seeds for the clones were sown. Under the shadow of his torture, Krishna’s own latent powers—his Catalyst—began to warp and fragment. The terrorists, in their hubris, believed they could control this transformation. They initiated a series of experiments aimed at dividing Krishna’s essence into discrete parts, each representing a different facet of his power. The result would be four clones, each engineered to embody a specific aspect of Krishna’s abilities, but twisted by the cruelty of their origin.

  The first of these creations was Clone #4, known among the terrorists as The Annihilator. This clone was born out of Krishna’s explosive, raw destructive potential. The terrorists, driven by a desire to create a weapon of mass destruction, pushed Krishna’s Catalyst beyond its limits. Under extreme duress, his power manifested in a form that the scientists could barely contain—a being whose very fists and feet were capable of unleashing cataclysmic explosions.

  Clone #4 was a study in volatile fury. His Catalyst, designated as Annihilation, granted him the ability to channel raw energy into his physical strikes. When he threw a punch or delivered a kick, it was as if the force of a bomb detonated on impact—fiery shockwaves that radiated outwards, vaporizing anything unfortunate enough to be caught in their path. The air around him would shimmer with heat, and flames would lick at the edges of his silhouette, marking him as a living inferno.

  The terrorists had envisioned The Annihilator as their ultimate doomsday device—a weapon so devastating that it could level entire cities. Yet, what they failed to anticipate was the uncontrollable rage that burned within this clone. Infused with the agony of his creation, The Annihilator was a vengeful force of nature. The experiments had twisted his mind, and as soon as he was unleashed, he broke free from the confines of the laboratory. Walls of fire and exploding debris marked his escape as he rampaged through the facility, leaving nothing but smoldering ruins in his wake. In his wake, the terrorists realized with dawning horror that their creation had taken on a life of its own—one fueled not by obedience, but by the desire to wreak havoc on those who had imprisoned him.

  Not long after the chaos caused by Clone #4, the terrorists pressed on with their dark designs. Their next creation was Clone #3, ominously dubbed The Murderer. In their unquenchable thirst for power, the scientists sought to distill Krishna’s latent capability for destruction into a more refined, albeit equally horrific, form. They probed deeper into his subconscious, using methods that were even more invasive and brutal than those used for the first clone.

  Clone #3’s Catalyst was known simply as Murder—a name that was both apt and horrifying. This clone possessed the uncanny ability to obliterate anything he came into contact with. His touch was lethal, reducing even the most resilient materials to mere dust. Whether it was metal, stone, or flesh, nothing could withstand the crushing, ripping, and smashing power he wielded. Unlike The Annihilator, whose power was explosive and fiery, The Murderer was a slow, methodical harbinger of death. He embodied a relentless need to destroy—a force that acted without thought or remorse.

  His creation was a perversion of Krishna’s own strength. Where Krishna had always maintained a balance between power and control, Clone #3 was driven solely by an insatiable lust for destruction. His body was an instrument of carnage, and his mere presence struck fear into the hearts of those who witnessed his wrath. Once freed from his confines, The Murderer carved a path of devastation through the laboratory and beyond, tearing through obstacles and leaving a trail of blood and broken bodies. The terrorists, who had hoped to harness this power as a controllable weapon, soon discovered that The Murderer was far beyond their control. His actions were unpredictable, his rage uncontrollable—each blow he delivered was a brutal testament to the dark depths of Krishna’s fractured psyche.

  The third clone, known as Clone #2 or The Melt, was perhaps the most disturbing of all. While the previous clones had focused on raw, explosive power and unbridled destruction, The Melt was designed with versatility and insidious lethality in mind. The terrorists had recognized that in modern warfare, the ability to infiltrate and dismantle an enemy from within was invaluable. To this end, they exploited Krishna’s lesser-known ability to liquefy his form—an aspect of his Catalyst that allowed him to become as fluid as water.

  Clone #2’s Catalyst, appropriately named Melt, allowed him to transform his body into a liquid state at will. This transformation wasn’t merely physical; it was a complete dissolution of his form, enabling him to slip through the tiniest of spaces and evade any form of restraint. In this liquid state, The Melt was virtually undetectable, moving like a silent specter through corridors, vents, and narrow gaps that no ordinary being could navigate.

  Yet, the true horror of The Melt lay in his ability to turn others into liquid as well. With a single touch, he could liquefy his enemies, dissolving their flesh and bone in a torturous, agonizing process that left them in a state of perpetual torment before their inevitable demise. This power was not only efficient but psychologically terrifying—the idea of being slowly melted away, your body disintegrating into nothingness, was a fate far worse than any quick death.

  Moreover, The Melt’s body was incredibly adaptable. He could reshape himself into a variety of forms—forming blades, spikes, and other deadly implements from his liquefied mass. In combat, this made him a shapeshifter of terror. One moment, he could be a formless, undulating mass; the next, he could harden his form into sharp weapons, ready to impale or slice through his foes with lethal precision. His attacks were silent and sudden, leaving no time for reaction. The terrorists had intended him to be the perfect infiltrator—a being who could bypass any defense, enter any stronghold, and emerge to execute his mission without leaving a trace. And in that capacity, The Melt was nearly unstoppable.

  The culmination of the terrorists’ twisted experiments was Clone #1, known ominously as The Monster. This clone was the darkest, most terrifying manifestation of Krishna’s power—a being that embodied every nightmare Krishna had ever dared to imagine. The process that created The Monster was the most excruciating of all. In a final bid to force Krishna to reveal his deepest potential, the terrorists subjected him to the most brutal methods imaginable, pushing his mind and body to the brink of collapse.

  In that crucible of pain, Krishna’s Catalyst fractured into something monstrous. The result was a clone whose abilities were a perverse amalgamation of superhuman strength, blood manipulation, hair manipulation, and shadow manipulation. The Monster’s power grew with every drop of blood it consumed—a gruesome feedback loop that made him stronger, more ferocious, and utterly insatiable. His very essence became intertwined with the crimson liquid that flowed through his veins, granting him an almost demonic ferocity.

  In his normal state, The Monster was already a formidable combatant. But when pushed to the brink, he could transform into his Beast Form—a towering, 100-foot-tall dragon-like entity, clad in dark, impenetrable scales and armed with an array of horrifying powers. In Beast Form, The Monster was nearly invincible. He could manipulate shadows to shroud his massive frame, summon tendrils of darkness to ensnare his foes, and wield his own blood as a weapon. His hair, now transformed into razor-sharp appendages, lashed out with the ferocity of a wild beast, slicing through anything in its path.

  The terrorists had hoped that The Monster would be their ultimate weapon—a being capable of crushing entire cities and instilling paralyzing fear in the hearts of their enemies. Instead, he became an uncontrollable force of nature. The moment his eyes opened in the sterile lab, The Monster broke free from his restraints. His first act was to consume everything in sight—blood, matter, even the faint remnants of his own tortured identity. As he rampaged through the facility, transforming into his colossal Beast Form, he left a trail of devastation that no one could have foreseen. His power was a maelstrom of destruction, and the more he fed on the blood of his captors and the terrified experiments around him, the more unstoppable he became.

  For what seemed like an eternity, Krishna was trapped—both physically and mentally—within that sterile, cold laboratory. As the terrorists’ experiments progressed, he became a silent observer to the birth of his own nightmares. Each clone, a twisted reflection of his power, embodied a different aspect of his abilities taken to horrific extremes. And as they broke free, one by one, Krishna’s heart sank with the realization of what he had unwittingly unleashed upon the world.

  By the time he fully understood the gravity of the situation, it was too late. The clones were out, roaming free, and the terrorists who had thought they could harness Krishna’s power were now themselves victims of their twisted ambition. The Annihilator scorched entire corridors with infernal blasts, The Murderer carved a bloody path through the facility, The Melt slipped away into the ventilation system to hunt unseen, and The Monster—oh, The Monster—was an apocalyptic force of nature that shattered all semblances of order.

  Krishna’s original body was left confined to a single, isolated cell, a prisoner of his own mind and of the very technology that had betrayed him. All he could do was watch, powerless, as his clones wreaked havoc upon the world. The lab’s surveillance cameras captured every moment, every act of brutality, and the images were sent out to the terrorist leaders like a macabre trophy. The realization that he had become the architect of this living nightmare gnawed at his soul, a relentless reminder of his failure and of the monstrous potential that lay within him.

  As Krishna languished in captivity, his mind churned with a mix of guilt, horror, and determination. He understood that these clones were not merely weapons—they were the embodiment of his darkest fears, the physical manifestation of the parts of himself he had always tried to keep at bay. They were perfect, terrifying reflections of his power, yet utterly uncontrollable. And now, they threatened to consume the world, leaving only chaos and death in their wake.

  Krishna’s heart ached with the knowledge that he must somehow stop them, but how does one fight against parts of oneself? Every moment spent in that cold cell was a torment, as the memories of his suffering and the faces of those he had failed to protect merged with the horror of his own creation. The terrorists had succeeded in breaking him, in shattering his spirit. But in that darkness, a spark of defiance still burned. Krishna knew that if he were to have any hope of redeeming himself and stopping the clones, he would have to reclaim control over his Catalyst—and over himself.

  Driven by a desperate need to rectify his mistake, Krishna began to plan. Even from within his confines, he could feel the faint pulse of his power stirring, a reminder of who he once was and of the potential that still lay within him. He recalled the moments before his capture, the camaraderie of his fellow heroes, the dreams he had nurtured of making the world a better place. Now, those memories became his beacon in the darkness, urging him to fight back against the monsters he had inadvertently created.

  Outside the lab, the world trembled under the weight of the clones’ rampage. The terrorists’ control was crumbling as their own creations turned on them, leaving a trail of chaos that spread beyond the confines of the lab. The clones moved like phantoms of death, each one a living testament to the horrors of unchecked power. In the heart of this maelstrom, Krishna’s clones were more than mere experiments—they were harbingers of doom, a reminder that sometimes the greatest monsters are those that dwell within.

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  Krishna’s awakening was both a personal tragedy and a turning point. The realization that his power could be so horribly corrupted filled him with a determination to stop the clones, no matter the cost. The terrorists who had orchestrated this nightmare were now scrambling to contain the situation, but it was clear that they had underestimated the destructive potential of what they had unleashed. The world was now at the mercy of four unstoppable forces, each a twisted mirror of Krishna’s once-noble abilities.

  In the aftermath of the clones’ escape, cities lay in ruins, and the very fabric of society was threatened by the relentless march of destruction. The Annihilator left trails of fire and smoldering wreckage in his wake, while The Murderer reduced everything he touched to rubble. The Melt was a silent predator, slipping through the shadows to strike at unsuspecting victims, and The Monster loomed as an apocalyptic titan, a beast whose hunger for blood and chaos knew no bounds.

  Every day, as the news of their atrocities spread, Krishna felt the weight of responsibility like a millstone around his neck. He was haunted by the faces of those who suffered because of his power—the innocent lives lost in the wake of his clones’ rampage, the families torn apart, the cities left in ashes. It was a burden he could no longer ignore. If the world was to have any hope of recovery, these clones had to be stopped, even if it meant facing the darkest parts of himself.

  Deep within his cell, Krishna began to formulate a plan. He reached deep into the recesses of his mind, drawing on memories of better times and the strength of his own convictions. Every lesson learned from years of training, every ounce of resolve built through hardship, became a weapon against the despair that threatened to engulf him. With painstaking determination, he began to harness his Catalyst in new ways, seeking to turn the very power that had given birth to his clones into a force for redemption.

  Krishna’s journey from a broken captive to a man determined to reclaim his identity was fraught with inner turmoil. Each night, as he lay awake in his cell, he would relive the horrors of his kidnapping and the experiments that had torn him apart. But in those moments of darkness, he also found a spark of defiance—a reminder that even in the deepest abyss, there was a glimmer of hope. That hope became the cornerstone of his resolve, fueling his determination to not only free himself but to save the world from the monsters he had created.

  The battle ahead would be more than a physical confrontation. It would be a war waged on two fronts: one against the clones that now roamed free, and one within himself—a struggle to reconcile the darkness within and the hero he once aspired to be. The terrorists, who had once viewed him as nothing more than a tool to be exploited, now faced the consequences of their hubris. Their laboratories, once centers of twisted innovation, were in disarray as the clones turned on them, each act of violence a grim reminder of the price of unchecked ambition.

  As the days turned to weeks, Krishna’s newfound determination began to manifest in subtle ways. In isolated corners of the city, small pockets of resistance emerged—heroes and civilians banding together in an effort to survive the relentless onslaught. Rumors spread of a man locked away in a dark cell, whose power was said to rival that of the very monsters he had unleashed. Whispers of redemption, of a hero rising from the ashes of his own torment, began to circulate among those who still believed in the possibility of salvation.

  Krishna’s resolve was tested time and again as he slowly regained control over his abilities. Each breakthrough, however small, served as a reminder that he was not yet defeated. With each passing day, he became more attuned to his Catalyst, learning to harness its power in ways that could one day rival even the might of his clones. The path ahead was long and perilous, and the cost of failure was unthinkable. But in the midst of chaos and destruction, Krishna found solace in the idea that even the darkest creation could be challenged by the light of redemption.

  The world waited with bated breath for the day when Krishna would emerge from his captivity. The clones—The Annihilator, The Murderer, The Melt, and The Monster—continued their rampage, each leaving an indelible mark of horror upon the land. Their existence was a constant reminder of what could happen when power was twisted and exploited, when a hero’s gift became a weapon of mass destruction. And as cities burned and societies crumbled, the desperate hope of survivors hinged on one thing: that Krishna, the man who had once been a symbol of potential and promise, would find the strength to right the wrongs that had been done.

  In the silent depths of that cold laboratory, Krishna began to make a vow to himself—a promise to confront the monstrosities he had unwittingly created, to battle the darkness within and without, and to restore balance to a world teetering on the brink of annihilation. His journey would be one of redemption, a fight not just for his own soul but for the very future of humanity.

  As the sun rose over a shattered skyline, casting long shadows over the ruins of what once was a bustling metropolis, the stage was set for the ultimate confrontation. The clones, now fully unleashed and wreaking havoc on the world, became symbols of terror and despair. Yet in the midst of this chaos, a quiet hope began to stir—a hope that Krishna, the man behind the power, would one day rise to challenge the monsters he had created.

  Every moment in that dark cell had been a crucible of suffering and self-discovery. Krishna’s inner torment had forged within him an unbreakable will—a determination to fight, to reclaim control, and to undo the horror unleashed upon the world. He knew that stopping the clones meant facing not only the physical manifestations of his powers but the very essence of his own fears and guilt.

  In secret, as the world around him descended into further chaos, Krishna began to harness his power in ways he never thought possible. Through agonizing trial and error, he rediscovered the delicate balance between light and darkness, between creation and destruction. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, his mastery over his Catalyst returned. With every flash of insight, every moment of clarity, he inched closer to the day when he would no longer be a captive to his own past.

  The terrorists, once arrogant in their belief that they could control and weaponize his power, were now scrambling to contain the fallout of their experiments. Their once-feared lab was in ruins, overrun by the very clones they had birthed. The Annihilator scorched the walls with explosive blasts, The Murderer carved a bloody path through corridors, The Melt slipped into the dark recesses of the building, and The Monster’s monstrous roar echoed like an omen of impending doom. In that maelstrom of violence, Krishna’s own anguish was matched only by his growing resolve.

  The world outside could no longer ignore the horror that had been unleashed. Governments scrambled to mobilize defenses, heroes emerged from the shadows, and the surviving masses clung to the hope that a hero might rise to vanquish the unspeakable terror. And in that moment of desperate anticipation, whispers began to circulate—a legend of a man locked away, who held the key to stopping the nightmare that had been set free.

  Krishna’s awakening was not instantaneous; it was a slow, painful journey—a descent into the darkest parts of his soul before emerging with renewed strength. The memory of his kidnapping, the torture he endured, and the monstrous clones that now ravaged the world were all indelibly etched into his psyche. Yet these memories, rather than breaking him, fueled his determination. They were scars that reminded him of what was at stake—and of the man he needed to be.

  In the end, Krishna knew that if he were to stand any chance against the abominations that bore his likeness, he would need to embrace every aspect of his power—both the light and the darkness. Only by accepting the totality of his being could he hope to restore balance to a world on the brink of collapse.

  As the day of reckoning approached, the silence of that long, tortured night in the lab gave way to a newfound determination. Krishna began to plan—not just a rescue of his own soul, but a crusade against the monsters he had created. His mind, once shrouded in despair, now burned with a quiet, relentless fire. The road ahead would be treacherous, the battles fierce, and the cost of failure incalculable. But for Krishna, there was no choice. The world needed him. And he would not let it fall into darkness.

  Thus, the stage was set. The four clones—The Annihilator, The Murderer, The Melt, and The Monster—continued their rampage, each a nightmare incarnate. And somewhere amidst the chaos and ruin, Krishna prepared to rise from his torment, to confront the monstrous legacy that he had inadvertently unleashed, and to reclaim not only his power but the very soul of the world.

  In that defining moment, Krishna’s journey toward redemption had truly begun. Every tortured scream, every burst of explosive fury from his clones, and every silent death brought him closer to the day when he would finally face the darkest parts of himself. And though the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, one truth remained unassailable: the world could not afford to lose the man who once represented hope. For in his struggle, Krishna was not merely fighting for his own survival—he was battling for the future of all humanity.

  The news of Krishna’s struggle against his own clones reverberated throughout the ranks of Class K and the top heroes, uniting them in an unspoken vow to help him fight back. The clones—each a horrific manifestation of Krishna’s darkest aspects—had become a threat too dangerous to leave unchecked. With each passing moment, they wreaked havoc, distorting reality and threatening to annihilate everything Krishna and his classmates had worked so hard to protect. It was no longer just Krishna’s battle. It was a fight for the very survival of their world, and they all knew what had to be done.

  The Gathering of Class K and the Top Heroes

  Class K had always been a group defined by its diversity—different powers, backgrounds, and personalities—but what had truly bonded them was their shared commitment to each other. When the news of Krishna’s struggle spread, the response was instantaneous, with no hesitation.

  “We’re not going to let him fight this alone,” Yelena said, her usually calm and analytical voice now sharp with determination. “Krishna has always been our anchor. It’s time we stand by him.”

  Aliyah, with her power to control air, clenched her fists, her energy crackling. “We’ll stop these clones, no matter the cost. They are a threat to everyone, and Krishna deserves better than to face them alone.”

  Darius, the quiet genius with a mind that could analyze situations from every angle, spoke up from his place in the back. “We know Krishna’s abilities better than anyone. The clones are a twisted version of his powers, and that’s where we’ll find an opening. We’ll need a plan. Strategy over brute force.”

  “True,” Raiden said, the usually playful tone replaced with rare seriousness. His eyes sparked with electricity. “But we can’t waste time. The bigger threats need to be neutralized first—the Annihilator and The Monster—then we deal with the rest.”

  Frostbite, ever the strategist, nodded. “It’s not just speed or power we need here. We need precision. These clones may have Krishna’s powers, but they lack his mind. They’ll be unpredictable.”

  As they discussed the situation, the doors to the room creaked open, and in walked the top heroes, the legendary figures who had fought and bled for the world time and again. Lifeblood, the #1 hero, stepped into the room with an air of authority. His presence alone commanded attention, and when he spoke, it was with the weight of experience and responsibility.

  “I’ve heard the situation,” Lifeblood said, his voice steady and unyielding. “This isn’t just a fight for Krishna. This is a fight for humanity itself. These clones will cause untold chaos if we let them roam free. We have to stop them now, before it’s too late.”

  Lady Flame, the fiery and passionate hero ranked #9, stepped forward next, flames flickering in her wake. “Krishna’s always been there for us. He’s our ally, and we won’t let him fall. We’ll fight for him, no matter the cost.”

  Dave, the Chained Hero, grunted from the back of the room. The clinking of his molten chains filled the air. His body, worn from years of brutal battles, radiated a sense of unrelenting endurance. “We’ve been through hell, and we’re still standing. These clones won’t be any different. Krishna, you’re not alone. We’ll get through this together.”

  The top heroes' words of support were like a shield for Krishna’s heart, each promise an anchor to the storm of fear that had threatened to consume him. They were the very people he had always looked up to, and now they stood beside him. Class K, his students, his comrades—every one of them was united in their purpose to help him conquer the nightmare he had unknowingly unleashed.

  “I know you’re all willing to help,” Krishna said, his voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling within him. “But these clones… they’re not just copies of my powers. They’re reflections of my darkest fears. They’re part of me—dangerous parts that I’ve buried for a reason.”

  Lifeblood’s gaze softened, understanding written on his face. “We know, Krishna. That’s why we’ll fight harder. We won’t let you face them alone. We’ll stand by you until the end.”

  Lady Flame nodded, her flames flickering brighter. “You don’t have to carry this weight alone, Krishna. We’re here for you. We’ve got your back.”

  Krishna met their gazes, his heart swelling with a sense of camaraderie and purpose. With them by his side, he felt a renewed sense of hope. He wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t.

  The Strategy

  The gravity of the situation was clear. The clones were a formidable threat, each one representing a twisted version of Krishna’s abilities. But together, Class K and the top heroes formulated a plan that would leverage each hero’s strengths.

  “We need to begin with Clone #4—the Annihilator,” Frostbite suggested, his icy tone focused. “He’s unpredictable, with explosive powers. If we can draw him into a controlled environment, we might be able to contain him before he causes irreparable damage.”

  Yelena nodded, her mind working through the possibilities. “Once we neutralize the Annihilator, we can focus on Clone #3, the Murderer. He’s fast, strong, and relentless, but his emotions could be his downfall. We’ll need to find a way to trap him and push him to act on impulse.”

  Aliyah, the calm and collected air manipulator, spoke up. “I’ll take Clone #2—the Melt. He can turn anything into liquid, and he’s difficult to track. But I can use my powers to control the air around him, creating a vacuum to force him to solidify. We’ll trap him.”

  Lifeblood turned to Krishna. “And then there’s Clone #1, The Monster. He’s unpredictable, and his power grows the more blood he consumes. You’re the only one who understands him fully, Krishna. You’ll need to lead the charge against him.”

  Krishna felt his heart race at the thought of facing The Monster. It was the part of him that he feared the most—unstable, violent, and uncontrollable. But he knew he had no choice. This fight was his to lead.

  “I’ll do whatever it takes,” Krishna said, his voice resolute. “But I’ll need all of you. I can’t do this alone.”

  The group nodded, their expressions unwavering. They were all in this together.

  “Let’s do this,” Raiden said, his voice crackling with electricity. “Time’s running out.”

  The heroes and Class K prepared for the battle ahead. The world’s fate rested on their shoulders, but they knew they were stronger together. They would fight for Krishna. They would fight for the future. And no matter the odds, they would never stop until the nightmare was over.

  They weren’t just fighting clones. They were fighting the darkness within Krishna—and within themselves. And together, they would win.