[Meghnad's POV]
The air around the gurukul felt heavy, as if steeped in the essence of countless lifetimes of wisdom and discipline. I stepped out of the chariot, the stones beneath my feet cool and unyielding, grounding me in the reality of what was to come. Shukracharya stood ahead of me, his robes billowing slightly in the breeze, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and scrutiny.
"Your training will break you," he said, his voice calm but sharp like a blade. "It will challenge every belief you hold, every strength you think you possess. Only by being unmade can you be remade into something greater."
I took a deep breath, letting his words sink in. The vast silence of the valley amplified my thoughts, each one echoing in my mind. "I understand, Gurudev. I am ready to be unmade if it means I can rise stronger."
