Megha didn't hesitate. She had trained since childhood and had mastered the mace, spear, and sword. Reaching out, she gripped the bow with both hands, ready to wrench it from Aryavardhan’s grasp.    However, the moment he let go, the world seemed to tilt. The bow wasn’t just heavy; it felt as if it were made from the core of a mountain. Its weight crashed down on her, pulling her arms toward the earth. She gasped, her muscles straining until they burned, but the weapon remained unyielding. With a cry of frustration, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the