King Dhritarashtra sat in his grand chamber, the shadows playing across his blind eyes as he turned to Sanjaya for news of the battlefield. "Sanjaya, what do you see on the plains of Kurukshetra? Are my sons prepared?"

Sanjaya closed his eyes, invoking the divine sight bestowed upon him by his master, Ved Vyasa. The scenes unfolded in his mind's eye: chariots lined in rows, the armor-clad figures of the Kauravas and Pandavas ready for battle. [@ch_2_d]"My lord, the warriors stand poised, their faces set like stone. The air is thick with the promise of conflict,"[@ch_2_d] he began, his voice carrying the weight of the vision.

Dhritarashtra's hands clenched at his sides, his breath shallow as he listened to the unfolding drama. His heart ached with fear for his sons, yet hope flickered dimly within him. "What of my son Duryodhana? Does he command with strength?" he inquired, desperation lacing his words.

Sanjaya described Duryodhana standing amidst his brothers, a fierce determination in his eyes. His voice rose above the din of soldiers, rallying them with promises of victory and glory. "Duryodhana stands firm, his spirit unyielding. He inspires his men with confident words," Sanjaya relayed.

As Sanjaya continued, he saw the figure of Krishna guiding Arjuna's chariot, his presence a beacon of divine wisdom amidst the chaos. "Krishna, the divine charioteer, counsels Arjuna, his words a balm against fear," Sanjaya stated, the gravity of the moment echoing in his voice.

Dhritarashtra sat in silence, the vivid imagery painted by Sanjaya giving rise to a maelstrom of emotions within him. The wisdom of Krishna held a promise of understanding beyond the battle, a glimpse into the eternal truths that governed all. "Perhaps, in this turmoil, lies a greater purpose," he mused, his voice barely a whisper, as the weight of destiny pressed upon his heart.