Brahma's gaze hardened, a hint of difficulty flashing in his eyes.
"..."
Indra had actually made such a vow!
If that were the case, the curse that Raggedy Immortal had placed on Indra—stripping him of his position as Heavenly Emperor—might just come true.
Brahma pondered in his heart.
He quite liked the Devas.
Each one was a talent, with pleasing speech, and every time they visited Brahmaloka, they would offer him sincere praise.
"What is not mine to give, I cannot bestow!"
"Why not let me bestow a blessing upon you? As long as you enter the Heavenly Realm, none of the Devas will be able to defeat you!"
"How about that?"
Brahma smiled faintly, his eyes kindly and his gaze gentle as he looked at Vajra Body.
He played a game of words.
What wasn't his to give, indeed, could not be bestowed.
He never said, however, that the Heavenly Realm was without a master at present!
