"We are here!"
"He can't run away!"
The vulture Asura, Ada, spoke.
He couldn't help but laugh, his black feathered armor shimmering with a ghostly glow, looking infinitely profound.
They were not vegetarians!
Were they also supposed to deal with a child?
Oh!
At most, add a Deva's mount!
"Just wait!"
Moli said.
"Wait for him to come out!"
Sumoli shook his head and immediately added.
...
Inside the Vighna.
The Devas gathered here, all looking towards that white horse.
This white horse had accompanied them through countless southward and northward battles.
Worth a look!
Whoosh!
Sun God Surya raised his hands, and the golden Holy Belt glistened with brilliance, like the first rays of the newborn sun, radiating dazzling light.
The light spun and swirled down, forming a golden halo behind a dashing white horse.
"This is one of my seven white horses!"
"It has pulled me all over the Mortal Realm, a leader among horses!"
