In the next moment, in a time even more fleeting than an instant, more momentary than a split second, more minuscule than the smallest fragment, they collided.
Rumble!
A terrifying sound, as if created by the splitting of the Brahma Egg, engulfed the surroundings.
The forces on both sides continually escalated in collision.
In Bandha's Great Wheel, radiance emanated, and from within its 880,000 hubs, each one released 880,000 beams of Divine Light, which transformed once more into endless Magic Treasures, shooting forth.
But this time.
Indra was not submerged within them.
He seemed to be welcoming the future, gently opening his arms wide, his cloak billowing behind him, standing as if on the great ship of time, quietly watching the infinite streams of time's radiance.
"You have already lost!"
"Indeed!"
Indra said softly.
It was as though he was speaking to himself, or perhaps to Bandha, as the infinite torrents of light suddenly reversed, falling upon Bandha.
Boom!
