Fine cracks began to appear on the cocoon's shell, an indescribable oppressive force could be felt even across the barriers of time and space.
"Faster... a bit faster..."
He murmured to himself, unsure if he was urging the fleet or praying for that thing to break the cocoon later.
Inside the cocoon, time flowed in a different manner.
The three faces of the Brahma Emperor floated and sunk in the silver-blue fluid—the Past Face resembled withered wood, the Present Face glared with wide eyes, while the Future Face maintained a mysterious smile.
His body had basically taken shape—a humanoid torso covered with moon-white scale armor, four pairs of translucent insect wings naturally bore the full text of the Vedas, and the segments extending from his spine shimmered with ripples of time.
"Not enough yet..."
The three faces simultaneously spoke, their voice stirring ripples in time and space: "Need more... time..."
