Crack! Crack! Crack!
At last, the black and crimson eggshell exploded with a roar, and countless pillars of black and crimson flames shot out from the cracks, crisscrossing and sweeping across the sky.
Vritra now reverted to human form.
His body was pitch black, as hot as magma, yet as fractured as a glacier, with flames continuously exhaling from the cracks.
On his shoulders,
besides two normal arms, there were four huge ones.
These four arms were so disproportionately large that even just two of them pressing against the ground were enough to prop up Vritra's entire body.
"Indra!"
"Do you feel it? This is my true power!"
"Roar roar roar!"
Vritra roared.
All six of his arms were raised high, swinging mightily as a fiercely burning fireball formed in his grasp.
At this moment, even the sun in the Heavenly Realm seemed to lose its color.
Every other light paled in comparison to the glare of this fireball.
"!!!"
Motu and Gedabat watched from afar.
