"Child!"
"How are you feeling?!"
Parvati grasped Antaka's shoulders with both hands, shaking them nonstop. A sudden flash of blue light appeared on her fingers, like the hand of death descending to seize Antaka's shoulders of fate.
Crack!
Crunch!
Antaka's robust body immediately let out sounds of tearing, as if his flesh was being crushed.
At that moment, his face contorted in pain.
He clenched his teeth tightly, unable to stop the thought of trapping Parvati in his eyes as well.
"Quick... let go!"
"Mother!"
Antaka shook his head weakly, bringing his hands together in prayer. The blindfold over his eyes became slightly damp, as if tears had soaked everything.
"Child, why are you crying?"
Parvati asked frantically.
Seeing this, Indra also looked at the trembling Antaka and said in a deep voice, "Tears are filling his eyes, it must be too painful for him!"
"Perhaps only by extracting and destroying the Triple city can we alleviate his suffering,"
Indra suggested.
