Asura was in quite a temper.
He stood on the edge of the huge crater left by the destruction of the Divine Chariot, with flames rising and black smoke billowing behind him. A powerful oppressive aura continuously erupted from him.
He couldn't beat Indra, but could he still not handle a wandering Ascetic?
Whoosh!
Asura, striding with heavy steps and an overwhelming momentum, slowly approached. Each step imprinted a deep footprint on the ground.
At this moment, Indra slightly lifted his head, wearing a faint smile, quietly observing the approaching figure.
If he wanted to foster an incarnation, then he had to invest in his persona.
A well-crafted persona meant that his incarnation would achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Firstly, a handsome face was indispensable; secondly, superior knowledge; and lastly, a dog to add affinity!