[Meghnad's POV]
(Four Years Timeskip~)
On barren ground surrounded by a sea of trees, I stood facing hordes of Archaic Sentinel—a seemingly endless wave of towering, metallic constructs, their glowing cores pulsing like malevolent hearts. The air was thick with the acrid scent of scorched earth, mingled with the faint hum of the sentinels' power. Each one was a testament to the ancient civilization that had created it, their designs both intricate and terrifyingly efficient.
The trial had reached its peak. Four years of relentless training under the watchful eyes of Mahaguru Shukracharya had brought me here. My once naive understanding of strength had been torn apart and rebuilt, tempered like the steel of the blade now resting in my grip.
