Boom!
This Trishula, wrapped in boundless power, was like the king of snakes rising from the water, causing a series of roars within the sea of clouds.
Rushitan could not help but be pushed back.
He held his hands in front of him, staring ahead in astonishment.
This dire Trishula stood amidst the sea of clouds, emanating rounds of crimson light, much like a sun destined for destruction at the end of an era — fiery and brilliant, illuminating all directions.
Mysterious voices of praise also erupted from all around.
"Om~"
"Hail the Ferocious Three-Eyed God, hail the Great Destroyer!"
"Hail the Bearer of the Bull Banner, hail the One Wrapped in Beast Skins!"
"Hail the Blue-Throated One Who Drank Poison, hail the Wearer of the Crescent Moon!"
"Hail the God of Gods!"
Voices of rhythmic prayers resonated all around.
"Om~ Namah Shivaya~"
"Om~ Namah Shivaya~~"
The rhythm was fast and clear, crisp and loud incessantly.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
