Hanuman has inspired him back to bravery.
Convince Harsha to take Hanuman to the Orchard of Fangs.
The princess is alive.
Listen to me, Harsha.
They have slain my brother.
My sons.
Robbed me of my future. My legacy.
So I shall take everything from them.
Victory comes to the cruellest.
Where is Ram?
There are many kingdoms across the three worlds,
ruled by many folk.
Like the vaanars with their city amongst the trees, Kishkinda.
It was ruled by Vaali, who was a brother to me.
Now... it is not.
In time, I shall deal with it.
The vaanars need to learn that houses made of wood burn easily.
Many say there is no greater kingdom than that of the devas.
Who can hope to compete with the gods themselves? There are none higher.
But I brought the vanity of the devas tumbling down.
Now war comes to my kingdom.
Now my palaces burn;
my people flee their homes in terror.
All that I've built, all that was glorious,
is threatened with destruction.
To see your home destroyed
is an agony like no other.
Even rebuilt as before, there's something incomplete about it.
It does not matter if you live in a hut or a palace.
There is no place more precious than your home.
The air here is clean and pure.
How's that possible?
This is Patal Loka. Nothing is pure here.
Let's find out, shall we?
How can this be possible here?
Namaste, friend!
You found a peaceful place.
Thank you! Why not come over and rest?
Our village welcomes all travellers.
He seems friendly enough.
I don't like it. We should find another way.
You want to go back the way we came? Through the Orchard of Fangs?
We've lost too much time already.
Each day that Ahiravan has the two princes prisoner
puts them in more danger.
We must go this way, but I agree, let us be wary.
Looks could be deceiving.
How is this village still so prosperous under Ahiravan's rule?
It is true that Ahiravan transformed Patal Loka
into something much darker than it once was.
But slowly a few of us banded together to try and build what we had lost.
To make a sanctuary for all.
And Ahiravan permits this... happiness?
We are beneath his notice.
I can see you're both weary.
Stay here a while, recover your strength.
What's that smell?
It's been many years since I've smelt good cooking.
If you like the smell, you'll love the taste.
When something is too good to be true,
it usually is. Be careful.
Stay alert.
Eat only what you recognise.
Yes, yes. Understood.
Will you just look at all that food?
Are you listening to a single word I said?
Of course! You're not eating?
There's something not quite right here.
I want to look around some more.
I'll be right here and thoroughly inspect the food.
Why does it feel so wrong?
How can this village sustain itself?
There must be...
My master sent me
to make sure you welcome some new travellers
if they come this way.
Of course, of course.
And in return, he will let us remain here?
He will. You serve him well. More boars for the farm.
Who are these travellers?
A vaanar and a human.
They...
That one's feisty. Who was he?
Who cares? He came here a week ago.
We... offered him our hospitality.
And so he suffered the curse,
along with the rest.
Forget about that. Those two travellers--
What curse?
Get back here!
I am ready to explode!
I've never eaten so fine a feast in years!
But there's no room left in my belly.
Nonsense! You have to try this. It's our specialty.
One bite can't hurt.
I saw him come in here.
It's no good. He's escaped.
Or perhaps not.
Let me go!
Be still. I won't hurt you.
I could flee.
There's nowhere you can go to escape me.
But if you just answer a few questions,
I will let you leave.
I will... stay for a while.
I don't understand why he should permit this village to prosper.
What is the curse?
Is it because of those boars?
Haven't you realised it yet?
Ahiravan feeds on vice, on sin. But most of all on...
suffering.
The people he traps in Patal Loka give him that energy.
The suffering.
This village is no different.
They are suffering for their greed.
All the villagers here.
He tricked them
into being trapped in Patal Loka because they ate well
while others starved.
They hoarded or stole
while their neighbours went hungry.
They feasted during days of famine.
Greed, Hanuman.
The most human of sins.
The boars aren't boars at all, are they?
Is the punishment not delicious? My master is an artist in suffering.
The villagers become boars over time.
How long? How long does it take?
The more they eat, the quicker the transformation!
To remain mortal they must starve themselves,
something they never managed while in the real world.
The villagers must smell the food but can't eat it.
Is it not perfect? If they lure others to eat it though,
they are granted a small taste.
Harsha!
Oh, Harsha's here too?
In the dining hall? How perfect!
Where is he?
In the boar sty, sir.
Which one is Harsha? They all look the same.
If there's a way to transform him into a beast,
there must be a way to turn him back.
Once the day ends, the transformation is permanent.
He will roll in the dirt with the rest of them for eternity.
Change him back! Now!
How? I don't even know which one he is.
If I could find the right boar, could you change him back?
"If. " But you can't. Forget him, Hanuman.
You have failed.
That means you can.
Even if I could,
why would I help you?
One step at a time.
I must first find my friend. His bravery helped get me this far.
I cannot...
Harsha, be brave just a while longer.
You've frightened all the boars.
Not all.
One was willing to fight.
Change him back. Now.
You warned me. I can't believe I fell for it.
You're refreshed?
I thought I'd found a paradise here in Patal Loka.
But there is no safe place in the kingdom of Ahiravan.
Sadly, there are few safe places anywhere.
But that's why we fight.
To make the world a better place
for all.
We should go back there and punish those villagers.
They are trapped here in Patal Loka, that is punishment enough.
Murkhawa is going to tell Ahiravan
we are coming for him.
Let him.
He's not going anywhere for a while.
Princess Sita.
Are you there? I've come to say goodbye.
Goodbye, sister? But this is your home.
Were you really going to creep off without telling me?
No more masks I see.
No more hiding, brother.
Let the world see my true face. I am no longer ashamed of it.
It pains me to see what Ram's brother did to you.
He will pay for it. I promise you, sister.
Ravan, how I pity you, my brother! I wanted to leave quietly.
I didn't want to cause you any pain.
Pain? I believe I cannot feel any more pain.
There is little left that can hurt me now.
Forgive me, Ravan, for everything.
If I'd never seen Ram,
then none of this would have happened.
This is my fault.
This garden is still so beautiful.
It'll always be. It'll always be like before.
No. There'll be no next spring in Lanka.
Can't you see, brother? It is all dying.
I will rebuild Lanka! Brick by brick if I have to!
This city is eternal, a golden city for our people, Shurpanakha!
We were despised and cursed since the beginning of time,
and Lanka is our hallowed ground.
Devas, mortals and all the other races
now look at us with envy. There's nothing to compare
to the glory I have shown our people.
Lanka will always be eternal. But as a story.
As long as people gather,
they'll tell tales of this place, the people...
brave, noble, passionate, terrifying.
But the great city itself? None of it will remain.
It is time to move on and find a new home.
There is no other home for me. Not for you either.
You cannot leave. You're my sister. You're the princess of Lanka.
I command you to stay.
-Are you threatening me, brother? -I am your older brother.
I am also your king. It is your duty to obey me.
You will stay.
Stay until the whole city burns if that is our fate.
I'll not have my sister abandon her home and her people.
They look to you as an example of what our race should aspire to.
As a symbol of all we've accomplished.
Our people don't look to us, Ravan. Our people hate us.
This war has cost them all so much pain.
All for your obsession.
I'm leaving, Ravan. This is goodbye.
If you want me to stay, you will have to imprison me.
You gave us our pride.
You were the best of us
who took the rakshasas to the pinnacle of their glory.
And for that you will always have my love.
But I won't allow myself to be consumed with hate anymore.
I need to be free of this pain.
Free of you and this death that follows.
Free of you and all our family.
Shurpanakha, please. For my sake.
Stay.
Goodbye, my brother.
Lanka was a beautiful dream, but it is time to wake up.
Free me, you monkey! You can't leave me like this.
I told you he's not going anywhere for a while.
You're finally where you belong, you filth.
Ahiravan will make you suffer
for what you have done to me.
I don't think your master cares much for you, Murkhawa.
As soon as we leave, the villagers will free him again.
Perhaps.
And these boars.
How many were tricked like I was? This is a fate I would wish on none.
Long ago, it was said a demon named Hiranyaksha
was so consumed by greed he stole the entire world
and dragged it under the ocean.
Yes, I've heard that as well.
Only when Lord Vishnu took the form of a giant boar
was he able to use his tusks
to save the world by raising it up again.
Ahiravan chose poorly when he made these people boars.
Every life is precious.
Murkhawa used Ahiravan's magic to only transform you.
It didn't help the others.
I might know of a solution
that can save these poor souls.
That's the divine power of Lord Ram.
Ram... Ram... Ram...
What did you do? What did you do!
How did you do that?
It wasn't me. It was Lord Ram.
His strength and power is helping me, guiding us.
Don't you know what this means?
The princes must still be alive.
Whatever darkness Ahiravan has planned for them,
there is still time to stop it.
We must hurry.
For even in the darkest of times...
there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.
Better get to work.
So you're back?
A place better than any palace. A home.