Why can''t I stop the darkness spreading in Bhu Loka? I''m the king of the gods, yet I feel so powerless. Is it my fault the barrier is sealed?


    Look at them, he thought, his eyes barely focusing on the dancers. So perfect, so harmonious. And here I am, drowning in soma, trying to forget how incompetent I feel.


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    And what about Atisha? he thought, a pang of guilt striking him. Did I really do right by her? Was it fair to her? No, no... His paranoia crept in. She''s powerful, too powerful. She could outshine me.


    But I am the lord of the heavens, he asserted to himself, trying to quell the insecurity gnawing at him. I must be. Who else can bear this burden?


    How can I help you, my lord? She thought to herself as her fingers brushed against his as she lifted the golden chalice from his grasp, the warmth of his hand lingering on the cool metal.