Boom!
Rumble!
These four simple characters seemed like thunderclaps from a distant sky: formless yet deafening, echoing nonstop.
The gaze of Indra sharpened as he looked at The Namesake Bali, noting the anxiety in his expression, the stagnation in his breath, and the tight clasp of his hands—tense like a drawn bowstring.
"Don't get agitated!"
"Listen to how loud your heartbeat is, it's making quite a ruckus!"
Indra spoke.
Upon hearing this, The Namesake Bali was slightly startled.
He quickly raised his hand, softly pressing it against his chest and then took a deep breath to calm his emotions.
Those thunderous heartbeats finally ceased!
Gone without a trace!
Indra shook his head.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he crossed his legs, sitting down on the ground and facing The Namesake Bali.
"So, the voice in your meditation said, 'I am the Heavenly Emperor.'"
Indra said.
At this moment, his eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at the person before him.
