[Meghnad's POV]
The air grew heavy, laden with a profound energy that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the cosmos. The chanting reached a crescendo, and the flames of the lamps flickered wildly, their light bending as though bowing to an unseen force. A cool breeze swept through the temple, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers and ash—an unmistakable sign of divinity.
My eyes instinctively closed as a warm, vibrant energy coursed through the room. When I opened them again, the space seemed transformed. The air shimmered with a golden hue, and an otherworldly silence descended, broken only by the faint sound of a damaru drum echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once.
