Rustle! Rustle!
A handful of clear water trickled from Ravana's fingers, cascading like time flowing towards the end of days, droplets splashing and wetting the Linga.
"Om~ Praise the Mahadeva!"
Praise the Mahadeva! Praise the Mahadeva! Praise the Mahadeva!
Ravana clasped his hands together, offering devout praise, wholly sincere.
After the praise was complete, Ravana took a deep breath. He slowly raised his head to gaze at the sky, Divine Light flickered in his eyes, reaching straight for the heavens.
Maya Asura wore a face of confusion and looked at Ravana with disbelief.
What exactly is this guy up to?
The next moment, he saw Ravana's head suddenly fly up, the ten heads and the Brahma Skull whirling into the sky, spinning upwards like the wind.
Each of these heads, led by the Brahma Skull, ascended one after another, transforming into a pillar of light.
Rumble!
