"Although the Water God and I have temporarily brought rain together, it is still not enough. If we continue like this, our divine power will be exhausted,"
"Damned Jīnchuáng!"
Wind God Vayu gritted his teeth.
He pursed his lips, which were dry and cracked, and his face was etched with weariness.
The blue robes of Water God Varuna had lost their luster, and he too had a bitter look on his face; the two stood side by side, resembling skeletal figures.
The condition of the other Devas was significantly better, and even the Sun God, who rode in a chariot, was clad in golden armor and still radiated divine light, shining brightly.
Fire God Agni appeared serious.
His hands came together gently, and a sacrificial fire ignited in his palms, its red glow rippling, reflecting the ceremonies of the Mortal Realm.
Within the firelight,
caves would suddenly emerge, then cellars, before disappearing just as quickly.
The rituals were few and far between, and all were conducted in secret.
