Raghav's body ached as he descended from the summit, the weight of the staff now an extension of his being. The trial had tested him in ways he hadn't imagined, but he had endured. And in that endurance, he had discovered a deeper connection to the forces of nature—the primal power that governed both beasts and humans.
Nyra trotted beside him, her fur still glowing faintly with the moonlight. "You've done well, Raghav. But this was just the beginning."
Raghav's eyes were fixed on the Staff of Shiva, the magical symbols pulsing gently with power. "What now?"
Nyra's gaze turned toward the vast horizon beyond Kashi Gurukul, where the forests met the mountains. "You must continue your training, but also learn the ways of the Beast Tamer. The bond between you and your beasts will be tested again and again. Not just through strength, but through understanding. You have much to learn, but you are on the right path."
As they walked toward the Gurukul's central courtyard, Raghav felt the weight of the responsibility that had been placed upon him. But there was no fear in his heart—only a burning desire to grow stronger and to master the forces that surrounded him.