[Meghnad's POV]
The air in the chamber felt heavy, laden with the ancient wisdom of the Nagas. The golden noose glimmered faintly in the dim light, a living relic of power and restraint. My hands trembled, not from fear but from the overwhelming connection I now shared with the artifact. Each breath brought a deeper awareness of its essence—a symphony of chaos and control, a duality that reflected the very nature of existence.
Shukracharya's gaze lingered on me, his eyes glinting with approval. "You have taken the first steps toward true mastery, Meghnad. The Nagapasha has accepted your presence, but do not mistake this for full dominion. It will continue to test you, as it tests all who dare to wield it. Stay vigilant."
"Yes, Gurudev," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. The serpents' whispers had quieted, but their presence remained—a constant reminder of the delicate balance I would have to maintain.
