Indra's voice was resonant and strong.
He raised his great arm, as if thousands of golden Nagas were entwined and converging at his fingertips, where infinite golden light burst forth and pointed at Ax-wielding Rama.
Boom!
The rolling thunder!
Dark clouds tumbled endlessly, the relentless downpour, thunder striking like war drums, the fierce wind playing anthems, complemented by the ticking sound of rain, all bursting forth with the blinding flash of lightning.
The Devas looked worried.
"Biluo Saramo!"
Fire God Agni felt his lips dry and his throat burning as he uttered the name raspingly. He cast a wary glance at Ax-wielding Rama, and a look of concern appeared when he turned towards Indra.
Ax-wielding Rama!
This man was simply too powerful!
"He possesses the Great Divine Power, the Great Divine Beastmaster's Treasure!"
Fire God Agni murmured.
Wind God Vayu subconsciously touched his belly, feeling a faint pain.
He had been cleaved by an ax.
"Too powerful!"
Vayu said.
