"Om~ Praise be to Supreme Lord Shiva~"
"Om~ Praise be to Supreme Lord Shiva~"
Rukshini and the other twenty-seven sat in a circle, their hands clasped in prayer, seated on the ground in a ring with an offering lingam made of lapis lazuli at the center.
Murmured praises echoed through the Moon Temple, illuminated by the radiance of the glassy light.
They resonated for a long time, transmitting ceaselessly!
Whoosh!
The glassy lingam suddenly manifested a faint glow, as clear and brilliant as crystal, reflecting inside the Moon Temple, where the faint starlight of the cosmos sprinkled down, awakening those in arduous meditation.
Rukshini and the twenty-seven others lifted their heads, opened their eyes, their gazes like water, looking up at the Supreme Lord with joy and reverence.
The next moment, they were taken aback.
The Supreme Lord was still the same, but why were there other people on the Trishula?
The eyes of Rukshini and company blinked.
