[Meghnad's POV]
The morning sun rose higher, its light spilling across the valley, as if nature itself sought to restore balance after the disruption. I sat beside Gurudev, my mind swirling with questions and a gnawing sense of unease. The experience on the platform had been overwhelming, a stark reminder of the fine line between power and peril.
Gurudev's breathing steadied, though his complexion remained pale. The blood had ceased, and his trembling subsided, but the weight of what had occurred lingered heavily in the air. His resilience, even in this weakened state, was humbling, and it deepened my resolve to rise above my limitations.
The faint whisper of his voice broke the silence. "Meghnad, do not let this deter you. Failure is not the absence of progress; it is the shadow cast by growth."
I met his gaze, his words rekindling a flicker of hope. "But what if I fail again? What if this power consumes everything around me?"
