I have fought a vaanar before.
I was taught a harsh lesson.
Back when I was younger and foolish.
By a legendary hero.
Whose power and skill surpassed my own.
Vaali, the king of the vaanars.
I lost the battle that day,
but won a friend… a brother.
Vaali is gone now.
But I see his strength,
even his nobility, in the actions of his people.
My great regret is that they are my enemies,
the vaanars and rakshasas.
The same strength,
the same stubbornness.
Both so similar.
We should have been allies, friends even.
Yet they chose to serve mortals.
A pair of vagabonds with no home of their own.
If they had only left Lanka in sincere peace,
I would have forgiven them.
I would've treated them as my brothers.
But they did not.
So today my son had no choice but to deliver a brutal lesson.
His Brahmastra. Never before unleashed like this.
Millions of vaanars on the battlefield. Perhaps hundreds of millions...
Gone in an instant.
Lost forever.
Dearest Vaali...
what have I done?
Indrajit has slaughtered millions of our people.
The greatest massacre in vaanar history.
And yet we do nothing?
Do you think I don't feel the same pain as you, Angad?
But we can't lose hope.
This is the time to find a way to defeat Indrajit.
And how long will that take?
Our people will all be gone by then.
Count our dead, Uncle.
You can't. Because they're beyond number to count.
Fathers, husbands, sons, nephews. All gone.
We will make the rakshasas suffer as we have.
We need to take the fight into Lanka itself.
What are you saying, nephew?
We should attack the city?
The inhabitants are not our enemies.
They are rakshasas.
There are no innocents in this war, Uncle.
One man kills millions and then simply walks home at sunset.
And we do nothing?
Where is the justice in that?
Don't let your pain lead you to dishonour, Angad.
This is not the path you want to take.
They have brought it upon themselves.
Whatever happens, they must take the blame, not us.
Come, brothers!
We shall turn the city of gold to a city of ash.
This is wrong! Stop!
Stop!
Let me talk to them, my king.
The rakshasas have spotted us. They are alert.
Good. I want them to see my face when I crush their Lanka.
Look, the wall ahead has been damaged already.
We should be able to climb it easily.
Show them the same mercy that Indrajit has shown us today.
Let us hurry! Tonight we shall burn all--
Going somewhere? Why did you not think to invite me?
Come with us, Hanuman. We are following in your example.
Tonight we shall finish the fire you started.
We were not at war then, Angad.
Lanka must be destroyed.
Tonight.
You saw what Indrajit did...
You saw the dead.
I will have our revenge.
All right, Angad. Have your revenge.
Just one thing.
How will the death of innocent women and children
quench the thirst for vengeance within any vaanar?
Hanuman is right, Angad.
Indrajit will pay for what he has done.
We will find a way without betraying ourselves.
I hate what this war has done.
I hate what I have become.
You are wrong, Angad.
This war has shown the world
what a true hero you are, Prince Angad.
What heroes you all are. Your anger tonight was justified.
But to win this war, we must fight with righteousness, not revenge.
When revenge is all that drives your actions,
you may as well prepare two pyres: one for your enemy...
and one for yourself.
Hanuman, the next time I stray,
use your mace first, then your words.
I prefer a brotherly embrace.
Fighting monsters for so long, I hope we don't become one ourselves.
Indrajit's massacre has driven us to this.
I share their emotion.
But you have not given in to it. Why?
Because I live.
I breathe.
How can I despair when I have beside me you,
the love of Lord Ram and the friendship of my brothers?
Never change, Hanuman.
The world will be a far darker place without your light shining upon it.
I am not the sun, guru.
No, but perhaps something better,
for you shine both day and night.
You really thought you could fool me…
Ahiravan.
What gave me away?
Jambhvan's spirit shines light through his being,
yet yours is only darkness.
How will you hide that, nephew?
How I missed your lectures.
What trouble have you come to cause?
This war isn't the place for your vile schemes.
I just wanted to see it all first-hand, before it ends.
How much longer? A day?
Perhaps two, before this army breaks
in the face of Indrajit's might?
You know this.
What do you want, nephew?
The same as you. An end to the war.
Indrajit cannot be defeated.
You could save them by telling them to go home.
Surrender?
After having suffered so much?
It is war, Uncle.
Someone has to lose.
You say that I have a darkness, but what about the great Indrajit?
Indrajit has committed a horror today.
Still, he has more honour than you will ever have Ahiravan.
Oh, really, dear Uncle? Well, do you know he cheats?
Cheats?
The boon he gained from Brahma.
The one he blackmailed the gods by not killing Indra.
The boon he gained from Brahma.
Remember that?
Well, it turns out the Creator taught him a pooja
that makes him invincible when performed.
Where is the sport? Anyway, you cannot win against him.
No one can when he performs the ritual.
A secret pooja? More of your lies.
I saw him do it in the Lost Temple.
The one Father forbade us to go.
But since when has Indrajit cared for the laws that others live by?
Goodbye, Uncle. I hope you survive what is coming.
I cannot let you leave.
Oh, please, as if you could stop me.
In any case, I promise I will go straight home.
If you try anything, I will know.
You cannot hide from me, nephew.
Why would I want to?
You are my uncle.
If anything, please think on what I have told you.
Get out while you can.
I am sure Ahiravan did not mean to give away Indrajit's secret,
but this is our only chance.
And what if these are more of the rakshasas' falsehoods?
Can we trust this knowledge?
Because we have no other way forward.
This may be our only chance to stop Indrajit.
This is where he performs his sacred yagya
that grants him the boon of invulnerability.
Yes, Lord Ram.
It is an ancient temple, which is outside Lanka.
The temple and its surrounding area is long forgotten now.
No one goes to those parts of the kingdom.
Exactly why Indrajit chose it.
He will go there tonight to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
If he fights like today, it will be the destruction of our people.
The very survival of the vaanar race is at stake.
We shall not allow that to happen.
Trust me.
We must stop Indrajit from completing his yagya. Agreed?
I shall gather the vaanars!
We shall march on Indrajit's secret temple immediately.
No, my king.
If we turn up with an army, he will surely do all he can
to complete the yagya elsewhere, then fight us.
We won't win that battle.
But I have a plan.
One which requires no violence.
I shall go unarmed.
Indrajit can be persuaded into stopping the yagya himself.
How will you possibly make Indrajit commit such a foolish error?
I will find a way to make him commit this foolish error.
It is agreed then. I will go alone.
While I am around, you're not alone, Hanuman, even if you want it.
You saw the vaanars approach
and then turn back?
Yes, Your Majesty.
It was far away, but I believe the one known as Hanuman stopped them.
Why would he do that?
He was too far away to be heard.
Because Hanuman abides by the code of war.
Even on this dark day,
when the vaanars must be full of hate.
You sound as if you respect him, Father.
Hanuman is my enemy, and I will see him suffer.
But let none claim he is a warrior without honour.
He has earned both my hatred and my respect.
You respect the one who killed your son.
Who killed Akshay?
Do not mention his name to me.
Not today. Today I want to dwell on our victorious future,
not the painful past.
What I did today...
That many lives, Father.
Millions gone.
I used to joke around with Akshay. I just miss him.
He made even the darkest of days brighter.
He was the youngest yet the wisest of us, wasn't he?
We are all your children, Father,
and each of us inherited your flaws.
I got your ambition for greatness.
Ahiravan, your desire for what is forbidden.
-And what of Akshay, then? -Akshay.
He was so different.
You see, Father,
a warrior needs to be arrogant,
to be full of pride.
He must believe he cannot be killed. That victory is inevitable.
So it once was for me.
But I didn't understand one thing.
That my arrogance often exceeded my skill.
I learnt from you to increase my skills and temper my arrogance.
Unlike Ahiravan.
He was always wilfully ignoring your warnings
of studying the forbidden arts.
What price did he pay to gain his cursed powers and unnatural gifts?
What would he have become
had you not saved him time and time again?
He lost all right to call himself a prince,
a true son of Ravan. You made sure of that.
Then there was Akshay.
There was not an iota of arrogance within him.
I think he was the son you always wished you could be.
So much like Grandfather.
So much the scholar.
He was the only one of us who ever made you smile.
Who you ever truly considered a son, truly loved,
truly... respected.
How different the world would have been,
how different I would've been had you followed the path of a scholar.
You are wrong.
To maintain peace,
we need the strength of weapons.
It has no place for the likes of good men like Akshay.
All that is good was destroyed long ago... within you and me.
I need to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
Yes, you do.
Today, you taught the vaanars fear.
Tomorrow, you will teach fear to the three worlds.
Kill them all.
I will not disappoint you, Father.
Do you hear that?
The chanting of mantras.
Exactly.
It's coming from within.
Dawn is coming. We don't have long.
Look, there's a fire ahead.
You?
Yes, us.
So you plan to ambush me? Alone?
I did not take you for fools.
We did not come to fight you, Prince Indrajit.
We just came to see if we can solve our problem together.
See? I was right.
Yes, you are. You win.
I would not have believed it if I didn't see it myself.
Right? Right about what?
That your invincibility on the battlefield
is not because of your skills,
but because of a boon.
I can't believe I thought
he was really a better fighter than me.
Don't take it personally, Lakshman.
The strength of true warriors courses through us.
But some people need a boon of invincibility.
At least now we know how he has been winning.
I will kill you both where you stand.
It's still night-time, prince.
I know you are short on valour, but--.
But your father must have taught you the code of war.
Where is your honour?
Let's head back, Hanuman.
I can't wait to tell everyone. An invincibility boon!
Who would've thought?
At least now you know we could have beaten him normally.
What would you be known as then?
The victor of Indrajit?
What kind of warrior doesn't want to face his enemy
on the battlefield as equals?
One that you can never respect.
Stop!
I have defeated the gods, conquered their realm,
held Indra's life in my hands.
All those battles I never had this boon to protect me.
I have proven myself a warrior a thousand times over.
How do we know that? Those are just stories.
All I see is the one before me.
I see a pampered prince who has grown up in the shelter of a palace.
The one who is afraid to face me without such a boon to protect him.
You would dare say such a thing.
Are you not the son of Vayu?
Or you, the brother of someone far beyond a common man?
We all have power. That is true.
But that is balanced when we fight. Today you killed millions of my kin.
You did it with a boon that made you invincible.
You are no warrior of honour. You are just a butcher.
Tomorrow, I will kill you both.
I will also slaughter that Ram and your entire race.
After the vaanars are dead,
I will bring my war to Ayodhya and destroy that city of man.
I will do so
without any boon or pooja that protects me.
I will do so with my own strength
because I am the greatest warrior who has ever been born.
Let's put that to the test, Indrajit. I bind you to your oath tonight.
When we see each other tomorrow,
the only thing to protect you will be your skill.
My gada will be waiting.
Do you think he will honour his oath?
We will find out soon enough.
The sun is rising. We must hurry and rejoin our people.
Today, either we defeat Indrajit…
Or he destroys us all.