The next day dawned in Lanka, the city was enveloped in a golden hue as the first rays of sunlight graced its majestic spires and intricate architecture.
Inside the chamber of Meghnad, who was still sleeping with a serene expression on his face, the air carried a sense of calm and tranquility. Aria, the celestial wolf, maintained a watchful presence, her eyes gleaming with a quiet intelligence as she observed her master.
As Meghnad slowly stirred awake, he was greeted by the warm sunlight filtering through the opulent curtains. Stretching out, he slept like a baby for the first time after leaving with Guru Shukracharya for training.
