"This skill must not be used here or it will destroy Prithvi," Ashwathama explained to Taranis while he sat below the waterfall, his eyes closed in deep meditation, a warm ethereal glow surrounding his body.
"Take your battle away from Prithvi as much as possible," Ashwathama continued, sitting cross-legged before Taranis, his hand resting on his mace. "When you have exhausted your opponent, unleash this skill. This is a divine weapon that can only be invoked once and cannot be overpowered by any weapon or power."
Taranis slowly opened his eyes, his hand gracefully moving, settling the ethereal glow of his soul back to his body. The meditation had sharpened his focus, centering his will.
"What is the name of this skill?" Taranis asked, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of reverence.
"The name of this weapon is..."
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