"You will become an unparalleled, most powerful warrior!"
Brahma stammered, his voice slow and deliberate.
Waaahhh!! Waaahhh!! Waaahhh!!!
The child wailed relentlessly, his piercing cries echoing sharply in the air.
Feeling the astonishing blessings surrounding the child, Brahma couldn't help but speak again.
"I shall bestow upon you another blessing!"
"In this world, no person or force shall ever destroy you, for you were born from the wrath of Mahadeva."
Brahma declared.
As the second blessing descended, Brahma couldn't hide his shock. Even after two blessings, the child's providence remained undiminished.
Even the Liberators of the past could never have reached such heights with just a single being.
Whoosh!!!
Brahma's eyes widened, revealing astonishment.
"Good!"
"I will give you one more blessing!"
"Not even Mahadeva's Trishula can kill you!"
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
With the descent of the third blessing, the child finally released his grip.
