Chapter 217: Soma's Retribution Descends, Where is the White Horse?! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
"The curse!"
Soma murmured.
He instantly felt weak, as if the curse Daksha once cast might soon resurrect.
Back then, he had married Daksha's twenty-eight daughters, but favored only one, which greatly angered Daksha. As a result, Daksha cursed Soma to become as frail as a tuberculosis patient and die from weakness.
In order to survive,
Soma constructed a linga out of sand and performed worship to Shiva.
Shiva transformed Soma into the Moon Wheel and placed it atop his head. The Divine Light of Mahadeva would protect Soma and maintain his life indefinitely.
However, it was this very curse that led to the waxing and waning of the moon, with its light periodically brightening and dimming.
At this very moment,
as soon as Shiva removed the Moon Wheel from his head, the curse on Soma immediately began to act up.
The first to hit was the very curse Daksha had laid on him.
"So tired!"
"It must be that Daksha!"