The divine bull Nandi's face showed a bitter expression as he shook his ears, pleadingly looking towards the Yeshetuo Goddess.
"We must save Mahadeva!"
Nandi shook his head, his expression filled with sorrow.
At this moment, he could hardly imagine, would Mahadeva be happy in the hands of the Asuras? Would he miss his family?
"I beg you!"
Nandi clasped his hands together, shaking his head, his eyes brimming with tears, as though they might fall at any moment.
Yeshetuo stood in distress, not moving from her spot.
She bowed her head, her hands tightly clasped together, and beneath the black hood, her eyes glistened with the hint of tears.
"I, I... can't do anything!"
Yeshetuo stumbled over her words, her voice laced with the sound of weeping, she said.
Swish! Swish!
At this moment, the two of them clasped their hands in prayer, gently shaking their heads, both with eyes meeting and shimmering with unshed tears, as if they were on the verge of crying.
