Mola's teeth were trembling.
This guy was truly sinister, turning him into a woman.
"Women are terrifying, they hide within grief, always the embodiment of the senses!" Mola was drenched in sweat, saying: "Grief causes blind ignorance, making reason impossible!"
"No wonder I feel sad, no wonder I want to cry!"
"So I've become a fool!"
Mola shook her head, her eyes dazed, muttering.
She sadly extended her hand, suddenly bringing them together in prayer to Indra: "Creator, destroy me, I don't want to be such a being!"
Upon hearing this, Indra lowered his head, looked at Mola before him, and couldn't help but gently shake his head.
In a rush!
This guy's in a rush!
"Both men and women are born within the revolving of the Three Natures; the male's darkness is deep, more prone to anger, while the female's blind ignorance often leads to stupidity!"
"Look at you now, embodying a woman, getting fixated on trivialities!"
"Do you think I would kill you?"
Indra said.
