"Mahadeva!"
"The child form of the Master of Innocence!"
Vishnu slightly raised his head, muttering to himself.
At that moment, a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, illuminated by a gentle glow, reflecting off the ground like glaze, filled with purity.
It makes sense!
It makes a lot of sense indeed!
Whoosh!
Vishnu, smiling broadly with a gleam of surprise in his eyes, gazed at Indra.
"Indra!"
"You truly are full of wisdom!"
Vishnu's eyes sparkled with delight, he did not skimp on his words of admiration.
This idea is fantastic!
Mahadeva will surely agree!
Whoosh!
Countless golden lights emerged around Vishnu, each light distinct like fireflies, fluttering out and instantly flying behind Shiva.
"Mahadeva!"
"The rage of Kali cannot be extinguished!"
"Her fury born from a mother's love, only a child's cry can dispel it!"
"Mahadeva, the benevolent Shambha!"
"Following the wise Indra's narration, please take on a new form and transform into a crying child!"
