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Festivals
Every drop of his blood that touched the ground stood up as another one of him. So she stopped the ground from getting any.
Raktabija's name is the problem stated plainly. Rakta is blood. Bija is seed.
Every drop of his blood that reached the ground became another Raktabija, whole and armed and fighting.
So the better you fought him, the worse off you were. A good strike made two of him. A great strike made twenty. The Goddess's own army was winning the battle and losing the war, and the field was filling up.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.