Motu and Gedabat, carrying their massive hammers, suddenly halted in their tracks.
What?!
With surprise and suspicion in their eyes, they leaned on each other, warily watching the Vishnu before them.
"Child, I have something to say!"
"I am old, no longer the young warrior I was, and after fighting for so long, I am tired!"
"How about we rest a bit? Let's fight again in a thousand years!"
Vishnu sighed, his expression distant.
As he spoke, he glanced at the destroyed cosmos around them, the shattered planets, the scattering meteorites, then raised his head to look at the Heavenly Realm.
He shook his head, filled with deep emotion.
"Khyahgriva is dead!"
"The Heavenly Realm is without a master, and the Devas are not in the Heavenly Realm. What a pity to waste the power of the Heavenly Realm, such a terrible waste."
As Vishnu spoke, the space beneath his feet flickered.
