"I am your father!"
Father! Father! Father!
This voice was very calm, yet it echoed continuously in Marut's ears, each of his heads lifting in turn, faces full of shock.
Shock!
The wild father appeared!
Marut looked astonished, staring intently at the towering figure.
He possessed such a formidable power, able to subdue him with ease.
What identity did this father have?
"Who are you, really?"
Marut widened his eyes, staring at Indra, and slowly spoke.
Xīmí's beautiful eyes were full of color, her face also showed a gentle smile, like the warm and blooming land, filled with the aura of motherhood.
"Child!"
"Praise him! Praise your father!"
"He is your father! He is the giver of your life! You are the continuation of his life!"
"He is your father!"
"Indra!"
Xīmí's lotus-like face was beautiful and captivating, with the pride of spring, she hummed softly. Her slender white arms gently opened, the thin sari fluttering in the wind.