Chapter 551: Rakshasas have limits; you can't even lift a wrist guard

"I?"

Vibhishana gave a slight start.

He glanced at Kangbahana, who lay on the ground, and a suspicion began to grow in his mind.

Kangbahana had been put to sleep this way; he had to be cautious not to make the same mistake, to turn the blessing meant for a wish into something that acted like a curse.

As Vibhishana pondered, the glint in the eyes of Dashashirsha fell upon him.

"Vibhishana!"

"Claim Indra's throne!"

Dashashirsha hastily said.

As soon as the words were spoken, Sarasvatidevi in Brahmaloka became alert once more.

If this fellow continued to talk, she wouldn't mind changing things again, letting this Rakshasa continue to sleep as well, accompanying his brother.

Vibhishana took a deep breath, pressing his palms together.

He looked up at Brahma, ready to speak his blessing.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and a vague sense of crisis welled up from the depths of his heart, as if a lasso was tightening around his neck, making it hard to breathe.

"I..."