"Indra! Indra! Indra!"
The voice of Shiva sounded like an ancient call, distant at times and occasionally near, resonating ceaselessly, calm yet filled with scorching enthusiasm, heart-stirring.
The entire Kailash echoed with this name!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Devas turned their necks, one after another twisted their heads, all gazing excitedly toward Indra.
"Indra?!"
"The awakened... Indra!"
"Heavenly Emperor Indra!"
The Devas and Immortals murmured.
Not far away, Airavata too became excited, stretching out her trunk, her snow-white form slowly standing up, her slender trunk lifting towards the sky, like a conch shell, emitting a vigorous trumpet.
Boom!!!
The sound came in waves, and Indra instinctively raised his head, then saw the pure smile of Mahadeva and the dazzling golden light in the palm of his hand.
"Your rigorous asceticism is unbreakable!"
