"Biluo Saramo!"
Biluo Saramo! Biluo Saramo! Biluo Saramo!
Suddenly, a cry of surprise, wholly unexpected, resounded within the Divine Ship, echoing above Blood Lake.
On hearing this voice, the form of Ax-wielding Rama shuddered, and he stood rooted to the spot in a daze.
Hm?
Indra's brow lifted slightly as he turned his head slowly to look toward the source of the sound.
At that moment, he saw an Immortal slowly flying out from the nine-tiered Divine Ship, the Vimanas.
This Immortal had snow-white hair and beard, robed in white, holding a wooden staff used for ascetic practices.
His visage bore a faint resemblance to Ax-wielding Rama!
This Immortal was someone he recognized!
Indra paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak, pronouncing the name of the Immortal.
"Rishi Likiga!"
Indra blinked, thoughtful, murmuring to himself.
Rishi Likiga!
