Chapter 115 Guardian of the Vedas Indra stared at the four sacred texts in his hands, the Vedas, heavy with divine wisdom. Yet, instead of triumph, an unshakable melancholy settled in his heart. Above him, Brahma cradled the sacred texts in his four hands. A golden radiance spilled from them, cascading like the first light of dawn, dissolving the remnants of darkness. The universe exhaled as balance was restored. The Creator's expression softened into a rare smile. "No disaster... No cosmic catastrophe... and most importantly, no Tandava tearing the universe apart so soon. Perfect." He turned his gaze to Indra,