Once, twice, three times—the echoes were unending.
Brahma raised his right hand, granting a blessing. A beam of auspicious radiance descended immediately, enveloping Durjama's body.
Swish!!!
Durjama twisted his neck, erupting into a joyous, wild laugh.
"Hahaha!"
"Finally, it's over. I've been a general for so long; now I can finally try out the position of King of Asura."
Durjama's joy was unmistakable.
He straightened his spine, not even bothering to glance at Brahma, and walked directly toward the Asura Temple.
Seeing this, Brahma felt both resigned and reflective.
"Such lack of manners!"
"Oh well!"
"This is just how Asuras are!"
"Now that three blessings have been given, there shouldn't be any more for now!"
Brahma thought to himself.
As he was lost in thought, the lotus beneath him began to radiate with flashes of brilliance, emitting dazzling light. Yet, a fourth prayer resonated abruptly in his ears.
"..."
Brahma couldn't help but feel exasperated.
