"It's my turn actually,"
Meghnad retorted, his voice resonating with newfound confidence. The Aura of Destruction around him intensified, swirling with crimson energy that seemed to defy the oppressive atmosphere of Atala.
Swiftly Meghnad changed his weapon from a sword to a bow, and with a graceful motion, he drew back the string, facing the skies as he started chanting sacred mantras.
"Indram Vajram Dharayantam~"
A thunder resounded and fell on the Meghnad, His bow to be specific, and formed into an arrow charged with celestial lightning. The celestial energy crackled and danced along the length of the arrow, imbuing it with divine power.