This is no ordinary weapon

After finishing Adwith's final goodbye, the somber mood hung heavily over everyone. Grief etched lines into their faces, and sorrow lingered in the air like an unwelcome guest. Each person dealt with the loss in their own way, but Mourya's mind, ever curious and restless, began to drift toward the weapons Rudra had provided them during their fight.

Mourya stepped away from the gathering, finding a secluded spot where he could examine the weapon more closely. The intricately designed handle felt cool and solid in his hand, exuding a sense of power that was unmistakable. He turned it over, studying the craftsmanship. It was unlike any weapon he had ever encountered.

"This is no ordinary weapon," Mourya murmured to himself. He swung it experimentally, feeling the balance and the surprising lightness despite its formidable appearance. There was an energy to it, a subtle hum that seemed to resonate with his very being.

He recalled the battle,