My greatest battle.
My conquest of the realm of the gods.
To this day, the feeling is like none other.
It was a time when legends were forged.
And none greater
than that of...
Meghnaad.
My son.
And one battle, above all others, cemented his legend forever.
The day he fought Indra, the King of the Gods.
Indra's elephant, Airavat, was already defeated by Kumbhakaran,
but he still had his flying horse.
The divine Uchchaihshravas.
The noble steed was one of the gems from the Churning of the Ocean.
Yet he was no match for Meghnaad.
Then the real battle began,
which would decide everything.
The battle was gruelling,
but in the face of Meghnaad's might, the King of the Gods crumbled.
Indra was on his knees, and victory was ours.
Yet victory was not enough. He wanted Indra's head.
Despite my hatred for the devas,
even I understood that the gods are immortal.
Killing one would threaten the cosmic order of the universe.
But my son was, then, without restraint.
And a warrior without restraint...
threatens everything, including himself, with annihilation.
The Creator granted Meghnaad many powerful boons
in exchange for Indra's life.
That day, Meghnaad's life was the one that ended.
And he was reborn.
My son became the invincible Indrajit.
The conqueror of Indra.
The terror of the universe. All that new-found power granted...
and yet I believe Brahma took something as well.
For I never saw my boy smile again.
Hanuman, do you need help?
You have already helped me more than you know, my Lord.
If only Indrajit would show himself.
That is not his way, my Lord.
I have faced him before at Ashok Vatika.
He prefers illusion, invisibility and subterfuge.
Hanuman!
My Lord? Where are you?
No!
Quickly! The prince is badly injured.
His heartbeat is faint.
Where is Jambhvan?
Take him there. Lay him down beside his brother.
His brother? What happened to Lakshman?
See for yourself.
Behold, your prince!
He has stained the battlefield with the blood of our enemies.
My son, I am proud of you.
Here.
Thank... thank you, Hanuman.
Add these herbs to the water for the pain.
He does not need it.
Another one, so young.
So very young.
There is no more, Hanuman.
Without this, there is no hope of healing anyone.
How will we face Ravan's troops tomorrow?
We have till dawn then.
I shall get more of this herb.
Where will I find it?
Yes, yes! Truly. While you are with us, there is always hope.
But you must be as quick as the wind, Hanuman.
Mount Dronagiri.
There is a mountain hidden deep within the Himalayas.
The mountain is covered in the most marvellous fields of herbs and flowers,
all possessing rare medicinal qualities.
You must find the vishalyakarani herb,
for it is able to heal any wound caused by weapons.
Its petals are silver, Hanuman,
That is how you will recognise it.
Go quickly now, Hanuman.
But you must return before sunrise.
Before sunrise, Hanuman.
Or all is lost.
Kumbh and Nikumbh.
I want your troops assembled and ready to advance at dawn.
By this time tomorrow, no vaanar should be left alive in Lanka.
Remember what they did to your father... to my brother, the great Kumbhakaran.
Whoever brings me Ram and Lakshman's heads
as trophies will be rewarded with a kingdom.
When the first ray of the sun touches the sky,
you will end this war once and for all.
What do you want, brother?
I thought our father made his intentions clear.
But you're the one that surprises me the most.
You were a true warrior once.
Your strength, your prowess came from within you.
Not from a ritual to unlock the boon from a deva.
How do you know about that?
And this boon has rotted away your courage, Indrajit.
Do you remember the last time you fought a great warrior
without using your boon of invincibility?
How you have changed, brother.
I'm regretting bringing you back, Ahiravan.
Maybe if you had brought me sooner,
I could have saved our little Akshay.
What did you say?
You were here.
You could have saved him.
But I forget.
You would've needed to perform your ceremonies.
Were you reciting mantras while that vaanar killed our brother?
He died because of your cowardice.
But Jambhvan said the mountain was covered in flowers.
But this mountain is a bare rock.
What happened here?
They took it all.
Who said that? Show yourself!
Here I am.
The guardian of the mountain.
Though there is little left to guard.
My name is Hanuman.
I am here for a silver flower.
All gone.
They took it all.
Who? Who took it?
Everyone who came collected the flowers and herbs.
There must be some left. I need just a sprig, even a few petals.
Countless lives depend upon me finding this flower.
Some may yet grow.
There are hidden crevices that may have escaped attention.
But you will not find them.
I will tear apart the mountain if I have to.
As strong as a mountain are you?
Please. My friends are dying. I need this.
And the mountain is dying here.
Everyone takes from the earth but never give back.
They just take.
You don't understand. There is a great war.
All of the universe is at stake.
You sound just like the other one.
What other one?
He came here long ago.
Like so many others, he came to the mountain.
But something about him made me cautious.
A man of peace, or so he claimed.
He too spoke of a great war,
where countless would die if he could not protect them.
How my flowers would save so many.
He promised they would return.
Plant new seeds in the earth
and restore all the greenery.
I am a guardian of life.
How could I not?
So I allowed his men to take from me.
But he lied.
In time, other visitors told me
how my flowers were used to heal his wounded warriors.
So they could rise and kill more.
Destroy the devas and their realm
and countless others.
He used my own flowers for suffering.
He used me!
I will never forget the name of the great deceiver.
Ravan.
That was many ages ago,
and Ravan's flowers must have long since withered or been used.
But I learnt my lesson, young vaanar.
I will not help you.
You would be helping Ravan if you don't help me.
If Lord Ram and Prince Lakshman die,
all light in the universe will die in the face of Ravan's darkness.
We can finally stop Ravan, together.
Ram?
I have heard whispers of this name
from Mother Earth.
Whispers of his wife Sita, as well.
For she is connected to the earth.
Ravan stole Princess Sita.
It is to save her that our people fight.
Yet how can I be sure this is not another trick?
How do I know they dwell in your heart
the same way they belong to the earth?
Lord Ram once told me that he will always be with me.
He lives inside my heart now.
So does Princess Sita.
Perhaps... I can show you.
How?
Ram...
Do you see?
Do you feel the light of Lord Ram and Princess Sita?
I have no words.
You, who hold such devotion
in your heart to move mountains to tears.
I will help you.
The vishalyakarani.
Take it quickly.
Help your Lord Ram and save the Princess.
What... what is happening?
The flower was the last living thing on the mountain.
As life fades from my land, so too must my time end.
No. You didn't tell me this would happen.
-There must be another way. -There is none.
Do not grieve for me, friend.
For I give my life to stop the mistake I made long ago.
How often does one get such a chance?
I refuse to give up on you, wise guardian.
You protected this mountain for so long.
Let me protect you now.
Father, please help me.
How is it that I remain?
My father, Vayu.
His winds brought seeds
of a thousand plants and trees here from across lands.
And his rains planted them in an instant.
The spark of life grows here again within you, my friend.
Yes, I feel them.
I feel thousands of young saplings and flowers being born.
It will take many years,
but one day your mountain will be even more splendid
than ever before.
How can I ever repay you, Hanuman?
By praying for Lord Ram.
It's almost dawn. What if Hanuman does not return?
Ravan is coming with all his might.
Let him.
We will fight,
as we have always done.
But what hope is there?
There. There is our hope.
I am not too late, am I?
No, Hanuman. Show me what you found.
Will it be enough?
Gently squeeze it and raise it high.
The wind will carry it across the entire army.
Quickly now!
You take Ram. I will take Lakshman.
So a kingdom for me and for you.
Agreed.
First, we must rid Lanka of those filthy vaanars.
This is where many fell, yet there is not one here.
Where are they?
Right here.
We have been waiting all morning.