…a single projectile
Charged with all the power of the Universe.
An incandescent column of smoke and flame
As bright as ten thousand Suns
Rose in all its splendor…
…it was an unknown weapon,
An iron thunderbolt,
A gigantic messenger of death,
Which reduced to ashes
The Entiure race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas…
…the corpses were so burned
As to be unrecognizable.
Their hair and nails fell out;
Pottery broke without apparent cause…And the birds turned white…