The entire palace was as silent as if Gara had descended, falling into an eerie stillness.
Boom!
Thunder roared and lightning converged.
A golden Vajra Pestle suddenly emerged, appearing in Indra's hand.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The Devas' eyes instantly filled with horror. Was he about to take action?
"Oh great god! Please spare him,"
Otherworldly Surya clasped his hands together, shaking his head as he pleaded. "The fame of the Artisan God spreads throughout the Three Realms, and he is needed to forge Divine Weapons, please don't strike him down!"
The Devas stood behind him, all vigorously shaking their heads in agreement.
Yes!
Just like that!
Hearing this, Indra held the Vajra Pestle, his eyes casting a peculiar glance at Otherworldly Surya. Did he look like someone who would act on a whim?
Could it be that because he took out the Vajra Pestle, they thought he was going to strike someone?
Crackle!
