"My Naga Tribe suffers so!"
"Now that golden-winged bird Garuda, along with his kin, is circling the skies of the Mortal Realm every day, searching for great serpents to devour."
"Our suffering as Nagas is beyond words!"
"Please save us!"
[Dushaka] shook his head hastily as he spoke.
Hearing this, the Sons of the Mountains turned their heads, exchanging glances with each other.
As far as they knew, the relationship between the Nagas and the Devas had been quite good before, especially with Indra and Varuna, the two great gods who provided rain. The Nagas praised the Devas, and each got what they needed.
And now they were at odds!
"How do we save them?"
[Mayu Mountain] squinted his eyes. He lifted a cup of fine wine to his lips, drained it in one gulp, and then spoke.
Upon hearing this, Dushaka was overjoyed.
He laughed loudly with glee as he spoke.
"We only hope to receive your protection in the future!"
