Swoosh! Swoosh!
Almost simultaneously, two figures descended upon the pinnacle of Mount Kailash.
Dazzling Divine Light soared into the sky.
Kashigyakya slowly descended from the "flower tail" of a peacock, bringing his hands together in prayer before the assembly of gods.
Airavata raised its head high, chest puffed out.
With three thick trunks raised high, it let out a spirited call, filled with confidence.
Trumpet!!!
The elephant of clouds and rain, the king among elephants, the auspicious white elephant, the mount of the Heavenly Emperor—these were the statuses and titles it had once held, each more powerful and prestigious than the last.
Its name was—Airavata!
The greatest white elephant in the world!
Ever since its master had entrusted it with the artifact of rain, its strength and cultivation had been growing unabated, its brilliance and might so intense that only the divine horse Supratika could be considered its equal.
Considered equal?
Trumpet!!!
