"Praise Wind God Vayu! Praise Water God Varuna!"
Indra's face bore a smile as he pressed his hands together in reverence.
He then grabbed the golden plate filled with red petals, the beautiful fragrant flowers cascading forth, as if an Apsara were scattering blossoms.
Whoosh!
The falling petals showered down like rain, their red hues fluttering and slowly descending into the fire sacrifice.
The next moment, a sudden and brisk sound of wind came, ethereal and joyful, spreading out as delightful, fleeting sounds; there was also the sound of flowing water, gushing like rain in a downpour, like the constant dripping of water carving through stone.
Two figures imbued with divine power stood side by side, appearing before him.
One in deerskin-like light armor, with an agile figure and handsome face; the other in water-blue divine armor adorned with golden radiance, fair and finely featured.
Wind God Vayu! Water God Varuna!
"I am very satisfied with your sacrifice!"
