Indra stood with an air of unshakable authority, his eyes burning with quiet fury. "I am Indra, the first to inherit true power," he said, his voice cold and commanding.

"Weakness has no place in my world. Only those strong enough to stand alone deserve to shape it. If you think otherwise, you will fail, as all who have opposed me before."

His gaze held no mercy, only the absolute certainty of his belief in power and domination.