"I believe in you!"
"Quickly shatter this Trishula, and we'll be free!"
Antaka hastily spoke up.
He was born in darkness, so he could naturally sense the dark depths of the Milky Sea.
At that moment, as the apocalyptic white horse appeared, the surrounding silent darkness began to burn, as if to destroy everything, to burn it to ashes.
What's more, his blood was running dry!
The blessing was about to be broken!
Once the blood drained away, a mere touch would kill him, Antaka.
He didn't want to die!
"You must know, you are the Heavenly Emperor, you are the Destroyer of Castles! You are the close friend of the Devas!"
"You are the Splendorous Indra!"
Antaka, while keeping an eye on the white horse charging at him, quickly spoke again.
Indra was somewhat uncertain.
