The meadow bore witness to the celestial spectacle, the multitude of arrows converging upon an imaginary foe. The air vibrated with the power of the Indrastra, and the echoes of thunder resonated through the expanse.
But it was not without consequence. As the storm of arrows subsided, Meghnad felt a profound drain on his celestial energy. The red aura surrounding him flickered, signaling the exertion of invoking such a potent celestial weapon.
Guru Shukracharya, ever vigilant, approached his disciple with a reassuring presence. "Well done, Meghnad. The Indrastra is a formidable celestial Astra, but its power comes with a cost. You must learn to balance the use of such potent weapons, for they draw from the very essence of the celestial realms."
Meghnad, though tired, nodded in understanding. The meadow, once filled with the celestial display, now held a serene ambiance as the echoes of the celestial storm lingered in the air.
