The Devas scattered like stars across the night sky, hovering mid-air.
"Ahhh!"
"Help me! Indra, save me!"
"Heavenly Emperor, save me!"
At this moment, not only were the Devas screaming in terror, but Narada the Immortal unfurled his arms uncontrollably, flailing about.
They were terrified beyond measure, their vision dominated by that vast mouth in the sky.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
As Kali the Goddess rampaged with her ferocious devouring power, one by one they flew back toward the heavens, about to be swallowed by that gigantic maw.
Indra turned around abruptly.
He watched as one Deva after another soared upwards beside him.
He had to grab them!
In that instant, as enlightenment struck Indra, lit by a spark in his soul, his hand glimmered.
Whoosh!
With a faint white light, a vast net emerged.
This net, with seven horizontal and seven vertical lines, a total of fourteen locking threads, glimmered dimly, like the first rays of the sun reflected on water, blending sky and sea.
