Farewell to Dwaraka

The golden sunsets over Dwaraka, casting a divine glow over the city of justice. Arya stands before King Dharma and Yudhisthira, his heart heavy with the trials he has endured. Vaishnavi and Sachin stand behind him, watching in silence.

King Dharma: (placing a hand on Arya's shoulder) "You have proven yourself worthy, Arya. But justice is a heavy burden. To wield it without arrogance is the true challenge."

Arya: (bowing slightly) "Justice is not as simple as punishing the guilty. I have learned that every judgment carries a consequence, and every choice shapes the future."

Yudhisthira: (nodding solemnly) "You speak wisely. But remember, justice without wisdom can turn into tyranny. Your journey is far from over, Arya. The trials ahead will test not only your strength but your soul."

Vaishnavi looks at Arya with concern. His once fierce and untamed spirit now carries the weight of his decisions. She wonders if this path will consume him.

Vaishnavi: (softly) "Arya… will you be alright?"

Arya: (glancing at her with a faint smile) "I don't have the luxury of stopping now, Vaishnavi. The path forward is set."

Sachin, sensing the tension, changes the subject.

Sachin: "Where to next, Arya? We've conquered justice. What's next? Mercy? Love?"

Before Arya can answer, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the courtyard. The air grows tense. A cloaked figure steps forward from the shadows, his presence radiating power.

Mysterious Warrior: (deep, foreboding voice) "So, you are the one who seeks the balance of all forces… But balance cannot exist without destruction."

Arya narrows his eyes, gripping the hilt of his sword instinctively.

Arya: "Who are you?"

The warrior steps forward, the dim torchlight revealing burning red eyes beneath his hood.

Mysterious Warrior: (smirking) "A messenger. A reminder. The flames of wrath await you in Lanka. Only those who embrace destruction can wield its power."

Vaishnavi gasps slightly at the name, while Sachin clenches his fists.

Vaishnavi: (whispering) "Lanka… The Abyss of Wrath."

Arya: (voice firm) "And if I refuse to embrace destruction?"

The warrior chuckles, the sound deep and menacing.

Mysterious Warrior: "Then you will be consumed by it."

With those words, the figure vanishes into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint scent of burning embers.

Arya exhales slowly, turning to his companions.

Arya: "Our next destination is clear. We head for Lanka."

Sachin: (grinning nervously) "Well… this is going to be fun."

Vaishnavi: (looking at Arya, her voice laced with worry) "Just promise me one thing, Arya… Don't lose yourself to Wrath."

Arya doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he looks toward the darkening horizon, where storm clouds gather over the ocean.

Arya: (softly, to himself) "We'll see."

The ship crashes against the jagged rocks of Lanka's coastline. The air is thick with the scent of ash and blood, and the distant rumble of war drums echoes through the barren landscape. Fires burn in the distance, casting eerie shadows against the ruins of old fortresses. Arya, Vaishnavi, and Sachin step onto the charred ground, their senses immediately on high alert.

Vaishnavi: (wrapping her arms around herself, shivering slightly) "This place… it feels like death itself has taken root here."

Sachin: (gripping his spear, scanning their surroundings) "No wonder they call it the Abyss of Wrath. This land breathes violence."

Arya: (narrowing his eyes at the towering ruins ahead) "Then we must be ready. Wrath is not just about destruction—it is about purpose. We need to understand what drives this land."

A guttural snarl cuts through the thick air. Emerging from the shadows, a warband of Rakshasas—towering demonic warriors with crimson eyes and twisted horns—step forward, their massive weapons gleaming under the firelit sky.

Rakshasa Warlord: (grinning wickedly, his fangs bared) "Outsiders dare set foot in Lanka? Foolish. The land of Wrath does not welcome the weak."

A group of twenty Rakshasas form a semicircle around Arya and his companions. Their bloodstained armor and jagged blades speak of endless battles fought for dominance.

Rakshasa Warrior: (laughing cruelly) "You reek of hesitation. Your flesh will burn as an offering to the Lords of Wrath!"

Sachin: (spinning his spear into a ready stance) "Yeah? Try it, ugly."

Vaishnavi: (stepping closer to Arya, voice low) "Arya, what's the plan? We can't just reason with them."

Arya: (cracking his knuckles, eyes flashing with determination) "We fight. But this time… I'll show them the true meaning of Wrath."

Scene: The Battle Against the Rakshasas

With a roar, the Rakshasas charge. The ground trembles beneath their monstrous steps. Arya rushes forward, drawing his sword in a single fluid motion, his aura pulsing with raw power.

A massive Rakshasa swings a spiked club down at Arya, but he sidesteps effortlessly, bringing his blade up in a brutal counterattack—slicing through the demon's thick hide. The Rakshasa howls in agony as Arya kicks him aside.

Arya: (coldly, voice sharper than his blade) "You call this Wrath? This is nothing but senseless rage."

Sachin leaps into the air, spinning his spear in a blur before impaling a Rakshasa through the chest, twisting the weapon before kicking the corpse off.

Sachin: (grinning) "I could get used to this!"

Vaishnavi, despite her usual reluctance for violence, moves swiftly. A Rakshasa lunges at her, claws bared, but she sidesteps, placing her palm on his chest. A sudden burst of holy energy erupts from her touch, searing through his flesh like fire. The demon stumbles back, clutching his smoking wounds.

Vaishnavi: (eyes fierce) "If you want to bring destruction… then feel its pain first!"

A Rakshasa general—twice the size of the others—marches forward, gripping a blade wreathed in black flames. His eyes glow with an unnatural fire as he stares directly at Arya.

Rakshasa Warlord: (growling, pointing his blade at Arya) "You fight well… but Wrath is more than just strength. Let me teach you what true destruction means!"

A sudden wave of black flames erupts from his sword, engulfing the battlefield in an inferno. Arya steps forward, unfazed by the heat, his expression darkening as he grips his weapon tighter.

Arya: (his voice dropping, colder, deadlier) "Then I'll show you what happens when Wrath is controlled."

His aura ignites, his presence growing heavier. The flames surrounding him flicker and bend—as if submitting to his will. The battlefield grows silent for a brief moment before Arya moves. A single strike—faster than the eye can follow—and the Rakshasa general's blade shatters into pieces.

The warlord's eyes widen in shock as Arya drives his knee into his gut, sending him crashing into the ground with bone-crushing force.

Arya: (looming over him, voice like thunder) "Wrath without control is nothing but weakness."

The surviving Rakshasas hesitate, staring at Arya with a mix of fear and awe. Their warlord—one of their strongest—now lies defeated at his feet.

Rakshasa Warrior: (stammering, kneeling before Arya) "You… You command destruction itself. Who… what are you?"

A dark wind blows across the battlefield as Arya sheathes his sword. His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, his aura radiates something different—something beyond mere battlelust.

Arya: (firmly) "I am not here to destroy. I am here to learn. Take me to the one who commands Wrath."

The Rakshasas exchange uneasy glances before bowing their heads.

Rakshasa Warlord: (clutching his wound, gasping out a laugh) "Hah… Perhaps you are worthy after all. If you seek the Abyss of Wrath… then you must meet its ruler. The Demon King Ravana."

A silence falls between them. Even Vaishnavi and Sachin tense at the name. Ravana—the godlike tyrant of Lanka, the embodiment of destruction and vengeance.

Sachin: (muttering) "Oh great. We're going straight into the lion's den."

Vaishnavi: (whispering) "Arya… are you sure about this?"

Arya: (turning towards the fiery horizon, his expression unreadable) "If I want to master Wrath, there is no other way."

With that, they march toward the heart of Lanka—toward the throne of Ravana himself.