The light of Lanka has dimmed.
And we shall burn lifelong in the fire of his funeral pyre.
My Indrajit is dead.
Even the gods weep...
tears of joy that their great enemy is gone.
My son is no more.
For the first time, immortality feels like a curse.
To see the last rites of one's son performed,
if that is not a curse, I don't know what is.
You can never unsee this
and never wish to see anything anymore.
When all hope is dead...
all that remains is revenge.
Today's battle was our toughest yet.
Your brother showed us there is still hope.
The vaanar army have found their courage again.
As you said, it will only get harder, more dangerous.
Yes. Ravan has lost much.
Who knows what he will do in his desperation?
Where is Lakshman?
In the tent. It has been a hard day for all of us.
A night's rest would do you good too.
Go, Lord Ram. I will stand guard.
As I said, the doors to Ram will be guarded by Hanuman.
Good night then, my friend.
Father?
You are here.
What do you want?
Come to gloat, have you?
I have come to say... goodbye.
I didn't expect to find you here.
I thought you would be
laying waste to the killers of your sons.
Looks like failure has made you more... wary.
What would you know about success or failure, Ahiravan?
When have you ever achieved anything of worth?
Your brothers lie dead across the battlefield,
and yet here you stand.
Accursed, yet alive.
Who made you like this?
You did, Father.
This folly is yours alone.
There can be no chance of victory unless...
Unless what?
Unless you ask me for help.
You still can.
Leave Lanka and do not return here, Ahiravan.
You should have trusted me, Father.
Think upon that when this is all over.
And repent.
I have come to say goodbye.
You're leaving?
I have one last task,
and then you shall never see me again.
This palace is now a tomb.
You should think about leaving
before it is too late.
I learnt the folly of walking the path of revenge
and obsession long back.
And now I see my brother headed the same way.
You have a new purpose then?
It will not save Father.
I intend to try and save only myself.
You would be wise to do the same, nephew.
Turn away from whatever dark goal you have set for yourself.
All your pursuits of power, and where has it led you?
Exiled again.
No home, no brothers, no father.
You're just an empty vessel hoping to find something to fill it.
Only one who has nothing to lose
can be the master of all, my dearest Aunt.
Go find your peace.
But I promise you it does not lie here in Lanka.
You look concerned, Uncle.
You think we will be attacked tonight?
Lanka has lost one of its greatest warriors.
The next battle will not be a simple one.
Now...
Ravan will come himself.
We have woken the sleeping lion.
Let him come.
I shall be ready when we face him again.
Face.
Perhaps that's the keyword.
To understand his power, you must know all his faces.
The ten heads of Ravan.
Until now, you have seen only his human form.
His primary face of Ahankara, of ego.
His arrogance and belief lead Ravan to believe
that he is superior to all,
including the gods.
But what we have seen is just the start.
Ravan will soon amplify the strength of all his heads,
each feeding the others to fuel his power.
Ravan's second head, Kama,
is the source of his insatiable desire.
His obsession for Princess Sita,
his willingness to destroy his kingdom for her, is because of this.
But Ravan's single-minded obsessions can also make him unstoppable.
Especially when combined with his third head, Lobha,
which drives his greed and covetousness for power,
wealth and dominance over all the three worlds.
A dominance made possible by his fourth head,
Krodha,
which unleashes his rage and wrath.
Krodha unleashes an untrammelled bloodlust within him.
Ravan's fifth face is Mada.
His pride. He would rather die than admit he is wrong.
And that arrogance feeds his sixth face of Matsarya.
His envy and jealously over any
who may be greater than him.
Over Sita's true love for Prince Ram
because of his righteousness and virtue.
His seventh head, Moha,
feeds his delusions, making him believe
his cause is always the right one.
But these seven heads and their vices
would've led to Ravan's downfall ages ago
if they were not held in check by the final three.
The heads that made Ravan
once a great king, but now such a great terror.
His eighth head, Buddhi,
makes him one of the greatest minds in all the worlds.
Not just in Vedas, Puranas, the arts...
but also in war, combat, strategy and politics.
If knowledge is power,
then Ravan would be the most powerful being that ever lived.
But the sword of his intellect gets its edge from his ruthless cunning,
which is fuelled by his ninth head, Manas.
The face of his mind
has enabled Ravan to outwit even the gods in battle.
But these nine heads bow down
before his tenth head,
Chitta, which is the most powerful.
It is the fuel to Ravan's indomitable willpower. His relentless, unwavering,
unstoppable determination to never fall,
to never quit, to never break.
Ravan is a primal force of nature, Hanuman.
Of destruction. And his ten heads
will soon be upon us with their deadly gaze.
The ten faces of lies.
Truth only needs one.
And the one eternal truth comes to battle with us.
And its face is that of Lord Ram.
Our faith rests... in your unwavering faith in him.
Ten heads?
Maybe I need a few more heads of my own.
Who's there?
Only me.
You must be dreaming.
Yes... I must be dreaming.
Did anyone else just see that?
It's only you.
Nal.
Hanuman! Hanuman! There's a spy in the camp!
Spy? Who?
I'm not sure, but Vibheeshan wants you right now.
He knows all of Ravan's tricks. Please hurry, Hanuman!
But I swore to guard Lord Ram while he sleeps.
Who knows what trouble this spy will cause? I will stay.
No, I shouldn't leave them.
I won't let you down. Do you not trust me like the rest?
Of course, I trust you, Nal.
Wake the princes at the first sound of trouble.
I will be back as soon as I can.
Lakshman?
Who... who's there?
Hanuman?
Sleep, prince. Sleep.
Vibheeshan! I'm here.
You called for me?
Me? I never called for you.
But Nal said...
he said there was a spy within the camp, that you--
Did someone mention my name?
I must be seeing and hearing things.
A funny thing just happened to me while I was--
You said you would guard the princes!
Me? I thought that was your job!
What funny thing, Nal? Tell me, quickly?
I saw someone... I saw myself.
I thought I was dreaming.
But I'm awake, aren't I?
Ahiravan.
Lord Ram and Lakshman!
Ahiravan has taken them.
Where? Tell me!
Back to his kingdom in the underworld. Back to Patal Loka.
I will get them back.
It won't be easy, Hanuman.
It is a place of chaos.
Time itself works differently there.
A day here could be weeks there, months even.
Then there is not a moment to waste.
I need to go after them now!
If you go, you too will be changed.
So be it. Anything for Lord Ram.
Can you help me get there?
The portal to Patal Loka. I can't make it any bigger.
But if you go, how will you find your way back?
Look after the others while I am away, Nal.
Me?
It's too small, Hanuman!
Not for me.
What awaits him?
Do you really want to know?
It is the perversion of all that is natural.
Under the rule of my nephew,
who has moulded it into a realm of despair.
Beyond even the might of Hanuman, perhaps.
Hanuman will succeed.
How do you know?
Because... he is Hanuman!
So, this is Patal Loka?
I was expecting worse.
Now which way to go?
It all looks the same.
A vaanar? In Patal Loka?
You are the first I have seen of your kind.
You are not welcome here, little monkey.
"Little monkey"?
When the king warned me there may be an intruder,
I was expecting someone impressive, but...
Now, why don't you go back to your world of jungles?
I have no time to waste.
I don't think so. I think I like it here.
I plan to explore it for a while.
Now, why don't you return to whatever swamp you climbed out of?
I, too, have no time to waste.
You are feisty!
And fortunate.
For killing a tiny vaanar like you would bring me no honour.
Then let's make it a more even match so that we can fight face-to-face.
-Was something supposed to happen? -Yes, it was.
This is Patal Loka.
The rules of your world don't always work here.
The king, my father, is the master of all here.
You are Ahiravan's son?
And the guardian of this realm.
A duty I am honoured to hold.
But I like you, little monkey,
but duty is duty.
For what it's worth, I am sorry to kill you.
Thanks. I'd also be pretty sorry to die, so let's skip that.
This little vaanar packs a big punch.
He does indeed.
Now it is my turn.
You should have listened. I would have let you go.
I am not leaving...
without meeting your father.
I haven't been hit that hard by anyone.
I never imagined Ahiravan could sire such a warrior as yourself.
Lord Ahiravan raised me.
He gave me a place at his table.
He is like a father to me, but he did not sire me.
The blood flowing in my veins
springs from a legendary warrior, the greatest of his kind.
But he died in a great battle before I was born.
Who? Surely your true father surpasses all others
in power and speed.
Who is he? I might know of him.
Tell me. Who is your father?
My father's name is...
Hanuman.