Sindura's face was filled with excitement, his hands held aloft, as he stared straight at the crown with unwavering gaze.
At this moment, he took a deep breath, and more colorful lights burst forth from his eyes.
"Forever invincible!"
"Not enough!"
"I want more!"
Sindura muttered to himself.
"Of course, you can!"
The indulgent Asura chuckled and winked, his eyes brimming with excitement; he clapped his hands enthusiastically, creating a snapping sound.
"No!"
Sarasvatidevi shook her head.
Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, as she realized that her husband, Brahma, was under some sort of control.
"Narayana!"
Sarasvatidevi called out immediately.
As the goddess of art and language, her voice could almost instantly reach the ears of any Deva.
Whoosh!
Following the call, a dazzling flash of gold appeared.
