Your Highness?
What brings you such sorrow?
All is in ruin, Trijata. Yesterday my heart was full of hope, but now...
it is heavy with the darkest despair.
Ravan took me upon his Pushpak Viman
to gloat about his victory.
To show evil's victory over good.
So many lives lost in this war.
Then I saw him.
I saw my noble husband, his loyal brother,
the two paragons of humanity,
lying upon the battlefield, their bodies white,
devoid of life!
I cried my husband's name,
but the winds tore it away.
But what use would it have been? He can no longer hear me.
And I will never hear him utter my name.
Can you not hear the cheering crowds?
Their raucous chants across the entire city.
The princes are dead!
Slain by Indrajit!
The princes are dead!
I was too slow.
I should have been there.
I should've been by their side to aid them.
I have failed.
There is still hope while heroes such as you walk the earth, Hanuman.
Do not give in to despair. Our people will need you now more than ever.
They'll rely on you to carry them through the darkness.
It is the light in your heart that they must now follow.
I have never seen such wounds.
They look like serpents slithering on the skin.
What say you, Vibheeshan?
Nagastra.
My nephew, Indrajit, has learnt his dark craft all too well.
Yet, I feel the faintest flutter of heartbeat,
like that of a butterfly's wings.
Ram clings to life,
but even his mighty grip weakens.
If life still stirs, then there is hope.
Surely you must know the cure?
You are the son of the scholar Sage Vishrava.
What can Indrajit know that the noble Vibheeshan does not?
Command me to get whatever you need to save them.
I will turn all creation on its head if I have to.
I beg you. Please help the two princes.
There is no purpose to life without them.
Alas, noble Hanuman, if there was any power
that could save them, I would know of it.
There must be some healer who knows how to slow it down.
None exists. There's no counter to Indrajit's foul sorcery.
Their fate is now in the hands of the gods.
There must be something we can do.
There has to be. It cannot end this way.
There has to be something. There has to--
Hanuman!
Wait.
Did you hear that?
I heard nothing.
I heard him.
I felt his hand on my shoulder. My Lord!
Where are you?
Beside you, my friend.
As always.
Hanuman? Do you not see me?
Of course, he does not.
I am not really here.
There I lie, beside my brother.
My spirit has already parted from my flesh.
Why do I linger still? What compels me to stay?
What hope is there?
Now that their princes are dead,
they are without hope.
Assemble your troops
and drive this mob of animals from my kingdom once and for all.
The bulk of the enemy is amassed at the western gate.
Dhoomraksha, you will have the honour of leading the main assault.
Remove them.
But what of Prince Indrajit? As he defeated the human princes,
it is his right to destroy the remaining vaanar army.
What is this, Dhoomraksha?
The general who has trampled entire kingdoms at my command
now trembles at this little task?
When did you become so timid
that you seek to avoid battle?
What treacherous voice whispered weakness into your ear?
Forgive me, my Lord.
My sword is yours to command, as it ever was.
My son does not need to waste his talent
on so menial a task.
Vajradamshtra, you will command the left flank
and the right will be led by--
No, my Lord. I need no assistance.
Permit me and my men the honour of cleansing Lanka of the vaanar filth.
So be it.
What's this? What are you doing?
The war is over.
It is time to go home. Step aside, Hanuman.
Who says it is over?
King Sugreev has not commanded you to leave.
Look around you, Hanuman.
Can't you feel it? No, of course not.
But not all of us have your courage.
When the princes led, there was a chance.
But without them, I don't want to die.
So will you run home to Kishkindha and brand yourself cowards?
Leave Princess Sita to suffer at the hands of this monster?
Better to live as a coward than die as a hero.
Is that how you all feel?
Was your loyalty bought so cheaply
that you abandon our friends, our honour, at the first setback?
Then go! I will not fight beside you!
No matter how great the victory to follow
it would be tainted by your cowardice!
Prince Ram believed this battle was more than just our lives.
That the very fate of our very world would be decided here
against the Demon King Ravan.
He believed that each of you were chosen
to be here now for this purpose.
I look in your eyes, and yes, I see fear...
But I see a spark of passion,
of desire for justice and dharma.
And if you give wind to this flame on this day...
then Lord Ram will give warmth to it for generations to come.
Or am I wrong?
No... their heads will feel the power of my mace.
We shall fight, Hanuman.
Fight for Lord Ram and his just cause.
Wherever you go, we follow.
Do not give up hope, my friends. There is still--
Hanuman! Hanuman!
Hanuman... Hanuman...
Ravan has unleashed his army.
I have never seen a gathering so great.
He is determined to destroy us!
Then he will fail.
Come, my friends!
We have work to do.
With you beside me, victory is assured.
Can you believe it?
Pinch me. I'm dreaming.
It's the truth. Nothing is impossible.
For Hanuman.
Victory!
Victory?
Yes, Your Majesty. Victory...
for the vaanars.
But the princes are dead.
Who could have...
Hanuman.
Was it he who slew Dhoomraksha?
Yes, Your Majesty.
The battlefield thundered with their blows.
There was death written all around.
The earth itself shuddered.
Both armies fought to death.
The skies were thundering and...
it rained blood.
Every blow, every attack by Dhoomraksha
showered like petals on Hanuman.
He succumbed to Hanuman's might.
Soldiers say...
they saw ill omens across the skies foretelling the fall of Lanka.
Find those who spread such lies.
I want them dead.
I will have no cowards within Lanka's walls. Is that understood?
As you command.
And what of the reinforcements?
What of Vajradamshtra and Akampana?
They fiercely pounced on him.
Hanuman was taken aback.
For a moment, it felt like victory was ours.
While Hanuman was down and gathering himself,
they should've continued attacking him...
because when Hanuman rose
he even challenged them to battle.
Together they kept attacking the vaanar.
They fought with valour and fortitude.
They used every means of rakshas warfare,
but nothing could withstand the might and strength of Hanuman.
Hanuman decimated every one of them.
They were...
lost to us as well.
Bring me my sword.
-Has there been any change? -No.
Their lives hang in the balance.
I fear they will not survive the day.
I have failed in the face of my nephew's dark arts, Hanuman.
And not just me...
There is no power in the world that can save them.
The camp celebrates your victory.
Without the princes, you've established yourself
as the heart of the vaanars.
They would do anything for you.
For now. But it will not last.
I cannot replace Lord Ram, Vibheeshan.
He has to live to lead us.
You are right. This is a battle
that even you cannot fight.
Indrajit has summoned powers to aid him in his victory
I sense the princes too have powers unseen aiding them.
I just pray such help comes before it is too late.
The sun is afraid, Hanuman.
It refuses to cast its light this morning.
I fear some dread power is stirring.
Who?
He has risen from his throne.
It was inevitable that he would. We've pushed too hard, too quickly.
We have slain his men, his great generals.
We have trampled upon ants
and finally awoken the cobra.
Ravan.
I shall face him.
You still do not understand his power.
I have been at his side for many, many years.
Followed in his footsteps as we conquered everything.
I was beside him when we flung open the gates of Deva Loka.
His weapons are endless.
Astras that could decimate entire worlds.
But his deadliest weapon has always been his mind.
There is no greater master of war.
Beyond nature itself.
An unstoppable force.
An unsurpassed bringer of death.
A life-taker of mortals and immortals alike.
He sows the battlefields with bones,
then reaps the tears of countless widows and orphans.
We shall face him together. You, me, Sugreev and Angad.
We shall come at him without pause, assail him like a tidal wave,
giving him no respite.
It will not be enough.
I had forgotten this. The pure joy.
You have my thanks...
Sugreev.
You have no princes to save you now.
No, he does not.
He has me.
Ah, you have come out of hiding at last.
Often have I thought about this encounter...
what we would say to each other,
what weapons we might use, how this would be settled.
You, a mere beast, killed my youngest son.
You burnt my city.
Your death will not be swift, and it most certainly will not be gentle.
You and your vaanars will burn
in the fire of my vengeance, Son of Vayu.
Hanuman!
I've heard that name echo across the battlefield
time and time again in triumph.
But no more.
Now your name will only be spoken of in failure.
A cautionary tale for those who oppose Ravan.
Is that all you have?
Now you die.
A powerful blow.
But didn't my treacherous brother warn you?
It would not be enough.
No, it cannot end this way.
So many noble vaanars lying lifeless upon the hard earth.
They gave everything to my cause. Where was I in their moment of need?
Please, I beg you! Whatever the outcome,
at least let me stand with my friends.
Let me see the mighty Sugreev, proud Angad, loyal Hanuman.
If we are to perish under the unrelenting might of Ravan,
let it be side by side. Let it--
Fear not, Noble Prince.
The devas have not abandoned you.
Who... who are you, noble one?
I am Vainateya Garuda, son of Vinata.
And the King of birds.
I am here at the behest of Lord Indra himself.
Your time here is not over. There are deeds undone.
The world still cries out for you, Prince Ram.
What is happening to us?
Patience, Prince Ram.
Awaken, Prince Ram.
Awaken.
A... a miracle.
Yes!
A miracle indeed!
Come, Lakshman. We must hurry.
My Lords, you are alive!
Praise be to the gods!
You stood on the threshold of the kingdom of Yama.
You're still weak from your journey back from that dark doorway.
Now is not the time to rest.
You cannot have him. I will protect Hanuman with my life.
Step aside, puny one.
Step aside before I step on you.
Fight me!
Fight you? Why should I demean myself
with crossing swords with someone so insignificant?
Very well.
If death is what you wish for,
then I shall grant you your wish.
I should have come to battle much earlier.
There is nothing, not treasure, not women, not kingdoms
that gives me greater pleasure than this. Conquest!
Drenching my sword with the blood of my enemies is my very nature.
It is my dharma.
Dharma, huh? Well, keep talking
because it's my dharma... to stall you.
To stall me. For what?
For him.
Who is even left to...
fight me?