Indra slowly spread his hands.
Within his palm, a wisp of pink mist, silky and fog-like, drifted and curled between his fingers like a Naga, then rose and spiraled like a giant bird at his fingertips.
Ever-changing, mysterious and dream-like!
"This strand of power comes from Sani's wife, Manda."
"That day, she was veiled by this power and subsequently lost her reason!"
"It is the power of Asura!"
Indra said.
Hearing this, Vishnu slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes focusing intently on the pink mist in Indra's hand.
"It is the power of Desire Asura!"
Vishnu slowly said.
In his pure, lotus-like eyes, the initially warm smile gradually receded.
"Desire Asura?"
Indra blinked, lost in thought.
Vishnu gently shook his head.
In his dark pupils, countless shadows flickered, as if capturing the flow of all things, with scenes flashing through his eyes.
"Desire Asura!"
"This Asura was born from the desires of the gods!"
