The talisman burned until not even its ashes remained.

Rumble! Thunderous crackles pierced his ears and simultaneously, Chi-Woo’s vision flashed like a fluorescent light bulb reaching the end of its lifespan; his eyes held the reflections of the world in black and white, and amid all that dazzled him in his vision came a howling—like those of beasts on a full moon.

—Woooooooooo!

Rumble! Rummmble!

Soon, the howling was muffled by a series of thunder. When Chi-Woo finally managed to focus his vision, he tilted his head instinctively. In a night sky filled with dark clouds, there was a bright cluster of light. Chi-Woo could see it clearly then: the white thunderbolts that zig-zagged down the sky. Chi-Woo’s jaw dropped as he muttered, “Vajra…!” According to ancient texts, Vajra was a weapon that the Vedic god Indra used to drive out an asura named Vritra.

Crack! Crack! Crack! More explosions. His momentarily settled vision began to waver and shake wildly again. The thunderbolts didn’t simply strike their opponents. After they penetrated through the god’s main body and hit the ground, they scattered everywhere. As countless sparks flew in the air, waves of electric currents flowed over the hills. And there, they called forth more thunderbolts. It was as if the sky and...