66697602-The-Ramayana-R-K-Narayan

Every day Vali visited all the eight directions, worshipped
Shiva in all his aspects. When he moved, he was faster than
a storm. No lance could pierce his chest. When he strode
across the earth the mountains shook, and the storm clouds
parted and dissipated themselves at his approach, afraid to
precipitate rain. All nature feared him. Even Yama was
afraid to approach where he and his armies camped.
Thunder softened its voice, and lions and other wild animals
refrained from roaring in his presence, and even the wind
was afraid to shake down the leaves of trees. The tenheaded
Ravana he once just pushed aside and tucked up in
his tail.
Vali is elder to Sugreeva, possesses the resplendence
and the cool complexion of the full moon. He is supreme and
enforces his authority unquestioned like Yama himself. He
was our King and Sugreeva was his next in authority. We
were all happy under his rule. Then, as if to destroy the
harmony of our whole existence, a demon called Mayavi—
with protruding fangs and odious features—appeared in our
midst and challenged Vali. The moment Vali rose to fight,
Mayavi realized that he had been rash, and abruptly
withdrew and fled beyond the edge of the world, into a
subterranean passage. Vali chased him there determined to
annihilate him.
Vali had left in a delirium of chase, but paused for a brief
moment to tell Sugreeva, before disappearing into the