The poison hit his throat. A sizzling, agonizing hiss filled the cosmos. The nerve of every living being screamed. The throat of the great god turned a terrifying, livid blue. The pain was so immense, so absolute, that it would have shattered a trillion suns.
Panic seized the heavens. Vishnu, the Preserver, pressed his lips together. Brahma, the Creator, trembled. "It is beyond us," they whispered. "If this poison spreads, creation ends." mahadev devon ke dev