"Let us summon the Craft God Vishwakarma," Indra suggested.
With his hands clasped together, he softly murmured a chant to call down Craft God Vishwakarma.
The Devas followed suit.
"All skilled gods of craftsmanship, forgers of everything!"
"Eyes, ears, hands, feet, faces, able to see the worlds!"
...
Amid the praising voices of many Devas, a Divine Light descended from the heavens, materializing the figure of Vishwakarma.
The expression of Craft God Vishwakarma was sorrowful.
He looked over the gods before him and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"Praise the Supreme Lord!"
"Praise the Heavenly Gods!"
Vishwakarma said, with his hands clasped together.
He had just lost his son and was truly heartbroken.
"Great Craftsman!"
"Do not grieve! Do not hesitate!"
"This time you were summoned because your chance for revenge has arrived," Indra said solemnly.
