Vishnu!
Vishnu! Vishnu!
The roaring voice of Popiwen echoed incessantly above the Milk Sea.
Goddess Lakshmi blinked her beautiful eyes in surprise and turned her head, looking beyond Vighna; the thousand heads of Serpent King Shesha also turned, their serpent pupils flickered as they hissed, looking towards the thousand-layered gates; Garuda, even more angered, beat his wings, ready to burst out.
"Asura!"
Vishnu's gaze sharpened as he slowly rose, standing atop the serpent bed.
Whoosh!
He took a step forward, walking out of Vighna with unhurried strides.
At that moment, a faint golden light emanated from his body, the Mysterious Wheel of Sight spun at his fingertips, gusts of wind blew against his golden robe, the flamboyant straps swirling and flying behind him, swaying in the wind, rustling loudly.
Beyond the thousand gates, Popiwen looked at Vishnu appearing before him and couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth.
"You have finally come!"
Popiwen said.
