"Indra, King of Svarga!" "You have forgotten your duties as the King of Svarga! I curse you and the entire Devloka!" "Wealth, honor, luxury, divine power—everything you take pride in will be stripped away. You will also lose your reign over the three realms!" The shocking roar reverberated through Svarga. Boom! Dark clouds rolled in, and thunder rumbled ominously, like a massive serpent thrashing in a flood, foreshadowing the terror of the curse. Indra jolted awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his face etched with fatigue," I had that nightmare again!" He surveyed the dim, deserted Svarga. The temple stood in ruins, its once-golden pillars now dull and rotting. The bright golden lanterns had turned into tarnished copper lamps. Even the glorious divine armor that adorned his body had rusted into tattered scrap metal.