[Meghnad's POV]
(Four Year Later)
Sigh~
"It seems I have nothing else to teach you," Guru Shukracharya's voice carried a mixture of pride and finality, his golden gaze resting upon me with a rare softness. Four years had passed since the day I first held the Rudrastra in my hands, and in that time, I had undergone a transformation that felt almost surreal. The boy who sought only to prove himself as more than Ravana's son had grown into a warrior guided by purpose and clarity.
"I disagree, Guru," I replied, respectfully lowering my head. "You have given me the tools to understand power, but the path to wisdom is endless. I must still learn much, and your guidance will always be invaluable." My voice carried the weight of gratitude, tempered with humility.
