"I bless you!"
Shiva's voice was deep and with the waves of the Ocean of Milk, it instantly surged in all directions, rippling turbulently.
"From now on!"
"When your Vajra Pestle strikes the crown of sinners' heads, they will recall their own misdeeds, feeling the pain of those they have harmed while committing their unlawful acts!"
The suffering of victims! The suffering of victims! The suffering of victims!
The faint voice echoed around.
Dazzling golden light shone down, fine as filaments, falling upon Indra, as beautiful as the light of spring, bringing with it a warm breath that made him extremely comfortable.
"This blessing is just so-so, effective only when the Vajra Pestle hits the head!"
"Not bad!"
Indra blinked, thinking to himself.
This was probably the least impressive blessing he had received, but having one was still not too bad as a consolation.
Acceptable!
"Blessing~"