Rudra:Prepare yourself, Dharma. This will be your unmaking.
The screen opens with a wide shot of Mount Everest, its once-majestic peak shattered into fragments. Rudra stands tall, his cosmic blade pulsating with energy, a weapon so intense it seems to cut through reality itself. Across from him, Dharma steadies himself with the Sword of Creation, his breathing ragged but his resolve unshaken. The camera pans to the sky, where the stars flicker erratically, and the universe seems to tremble under the weight of the impending clash.
Rudra raises his cosmic trident high, the weapon's energy crackling as if the universe itself fears its wrath. With a single swing, he unleashes a massive wave of energy that splits the air, tearing through the clouds and shattering the mountainside as it surges toward Dharma.
Rudra (roaring):
Feel the weight of the gods' fury!
Dharma braces himself, gripping the Sword of Creation tightly. He swings his blade horizontally, releasing a counter shockwave of lightning that collides with Rudra's attack. The two forces meet mid-air, exploding in a blinding flash of light and energy. The ground beneath him crumbles, massive cracks spreading outward as avalanches cascade down the mountain.
Dharma (gritting his teeth):
If your fury is all you have, Rudra, then you'll need more to break me!
Rudra swings his trident forward, each of his movements causing reality to ripple around him. With a flick of his wrist, he tears a hole in the fabric of space, summoning a massive dying star the gravity warping around its core. Meteor-sized fragments of glowing energy rain down from the sky, targeting Dharma with unrelenting precision.
Dharma dodges and deflects the meteors, his blade flashing with lightning as he cuts through each projectile. One fragment explodes behind him, sending him skidding across the broken ground. He steadies himself, his eyes narrowing as he raises his hand to the sky.
Dharma (shouting):
Tomoe answer my call!
The sky darkens further as Dharma summons the cosmic storm. Bolts of golden lightning strike down in rapid succession, targeting Rudra. The god raises his cosmic trident, deflecting the lightning effortlessly, his expression unamused.
Rudra (mocking):
Childish tricks. Do you think the storm frightens the one who forged the heavens?
Rudra raises his free hand, twisting his fingers in the air. The space around Dharma begins to distort, bending and fracturing as if reality itself is collapsing inward. Dharma struggles to move as the fractured space traps him in an ever-shrinking prison.
Rudra (coldly):
You are nothing but a mortal playing with power beyond your understanding. Let me show you what true Mastery looks like!
Dharma grits his teeth, his body glowing faintly as he channels his energy. He grips the Sword of Creation with both hands, slashing through the fractured space. The blade releases a surge of energy, shattering the prison and sending shockwaves outward.
Dharma (defiant):
You may control reality, Rudra, but I control my destiny!
The two rush at each other, their movements faster than the eye can follow. Their weapons clash, releasing bursts of energy with each strike. The camera slows to show the sheer force of their combat:
Rudra thrusts downward, his trident carving through the air and leaving trails of shimmering energy. Dharma side steps, countering with a precise thrust that forces Rudra to deflect. Dharma's lightning crackles along his blade as he spins, landing a glancing strike on Rudra's shoulder. Rudra growls, retaliating with a backhanded swing that sends Dharma flying into a nearby ridge.
The ridge collapses as Dharma crashes into it, blood dripping from his mouth. He stands slowly, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
Rudra (mocking):
"Is that all, mortal? You disappoint me."
Dharma (smirking, despite his injuries)
You'll see disappointment when I send you back to your throne in chains.
Rudra raises his hand to the heavens, summoning constellations that burst into beams of energy, raining down like divine judgment. Dharma leaps and weaves through the onslaught, slashing the Sword of Creation to absorb and redirect the energy into the ground.
Dharma counters by swinging his blade horizontally, releasing the Cosmic Storm. A vortex of lightning and wind rushes toward Rudra, engulfing the battlefield in chaos. Rudra stands firm, raising his cosmic blade to slice through the storm as if it were mere mist.
Rudra (shouting):
You wield a fraction of my power, Dharma. I AM THE GOD OF GODS!
The battle escalates as both combatants unleash their full power. The camera pulls back to show the effects of their clash on the universe:
Entire mountain ranges crumble into dust from the aftershocks of their strikes. The sky splits open, revealing glimpses of stars, galaxies, and the void beyond. The Earth's tectonic plates shift, causing tsunamis and volcanic eruptions worldwide.
Rudra swings his trident in a massive arc, creating a fissure in the fabric of space that hurtles toward Dharma. Dharma raises the Sword of Creation, channelling every ounce of his strength to counter the attack. The two forces collide, creating a shockwave that ripples across the planet and even into the cosmos.
As the dust settles momentarily, Dharma stands hunched, bloodied but resolute. Rudra steps closer, his blade still glowing, his voice low and dangerous.
Rudra:
You fight valiantly, Dharma, but you cannot win. I am eternal. You are but a speck in my creation.
Dharma straightens, gripping the Sword of Creation tightly. His voice is steady, filled with conviction:
Dharma:
You call yourself eternal, but what is eternity without purpose? You've become a tyrant, Rudra, clinging to power for the sake of control. You fear the chaos of free will because it defies your grand design. But life isn't meant to be controlled. Fate and destiny aren't scripts to follow—they're choices to make. And I will stand for that truth, no matter the cost.
Rudra's expression darkens, his fiery eyes blazing brighter as he raises his cosmic blade high. His voice shakes the universe itself:
Rudra:
Then prepare to pay that cost, Dharma. I will teach you the price of defiance. It will be slow, it will be excruciating, and it will be endless.
The camera focuses on Rudra, his form towering over the shattered remains of Mount Everest. The very fabric of reality ripples around him, unable to contain his wrath. His fiery eyes narrow as he looks down at Dharma, bloodied and exhausted, barely able to stand with the Sword of Creation in hand. Rudra tilts his head back, his voice booming through every plane of existence.
Rudra:
I AM THE CREATOR. I AM THE SMITE. SAMSARA TREMBLES BEFORE MY TRINETRA LIGHT!
Rudra's brow glows with an intense golden light. His form stretched from the depths of hell to the heavens above into its infinite expense. Slowly, the centre of his forehead begins to crack open, revealing his Third Eye—the All-Seeing Eye, a swirling vortex of raw cosmic energy. The air grows unbearably heavy, the temperature rising as heat waves distort the scene. Across the cosmos, stars flicker and die, and galaxies spiral wildly out of alignment as if the mere opening of the eye disrupts the balance of the universe itself.
The Eye focuses on Dharma, locking onto him with an unrelenting gaze. Rudra's voice echoes across creation, resonating through time and space:
Rudra(voice booming):
MORTAL, BEHOLD THE POWER THAT WEAVES LIFE'S RARE SONG! WITNESS HOW THE COSMIC FORCES DANCE ALONG! I... AM... RUDRA!!!!!!!!!!!
A beam of blinding light erupts from the Third Eye, incinerating everything in its path. The beam is not merely energy—it is the very essence of creation and destruction, the power to give life and take it away. The camera slows to show its devastating effect:
Mount Everest's remaining peak is instantly vaporized, the rock melting into magma before disintegrating entirely. The sky above is torn apart, revealing the void beyond, where stars collapse and reform in an endless cycle of destruction and creation. The ground trembles violently, fissures spreading across continents. Tsunamis rise in distant oceans, and volcanoes erupt worldwide as the planet feels the wrath of its creator.
Dharma raises the Sword of Creation in a desperate attempt to shield himself, but the beam is unstoppable. His body is engulfed in the incinerating light, his flesh and skeleton vaporizing layer by layer. He lets out a final, defiant cry:
Dharma:
Fate... belongs... to all... not just you, Rudra...
As his words fade, his body turns to ash, scattering into the wind. The Sword of Creation falls from his hand, its glowing blade stabbing into the molten ground. The heat from Rudra's beam is so intense that the sword melts through the rock, embedding itself into the ground.
Rudra:
Let this be a lesson to those who defy my order... and a warning to those who would dare to do so in the future....
He raises his hand, summoning a streak of golden lightning from the heavens. The bolt strikes the Sword of Creation, its energy coursing through the blade. Glowing golden words begin to etch themselves onto the sword's surface, forming a divine curse.
Rudra:
In the future, should any wielder go against the order of their master, the powers within this world and all realms apart shall converge upon them, erasing their existence from time and space itself.
The camera zooms in on the sword, now embedded deep in the ground. The golden inscription glows faintly, its ominous curse a reminder of Rudra's wrath. Around the sword, the Earth begins to cool and solidify, as if sealing the weapon in a tomb of molten rock.
The scene pans out to show the catastrophic impact of Rudra's extinction ray on Earth and beyond:
Massive earthquakes ripple across the planet, toppling cities and reshaping coastlines. Oceans rise and fall erratically, consuming entire islands before receding into colossal whirlpools. The skies are filled with storms of unparalleled ferocity, with lightning storms racing across entire continents.
The camera focuses on distant civilizations watching the events from their planets. Alien races cower as they witness the light of Rudra's Third Eye reaching across the stars, a warning to all creation of the god's supreme power.
Rudra closes his Third Eye, and his form begins to fade. The universe itself seems to let out a sigh of relief as his wrath subsides. He looks down at the Sword of Creation one last time, his expression unreadable.
Rudra (quietly)
And so, order is restored. Chaos is silenced. Let no one forget this moment...
With a final glance at the scorched Earth and the embedded sword, Rudra's form begins to dissolve into golden light. As he disappears, his voice echoes one last time across the realms:
Rudra (echoing):
I am Rudra. The eternal. The infinite. Defiance will always be met with annihilation.
The golden light fades, and the scene grows silent. The camera pans out, showing the Earth, scarred and broken but still spinning, its surface a testament to the battle that reshaped creation itself.
The camera focuses on the Sword of Creation, glowing faintly as it remains embedded in the Earth. Around it, the ground is scorched and lifeless, but small shoots of grass begin to sprout, a quiet symbol of resilience. The golden inscription on the blade continues to glow then fades out as if seeping within, a silent reminder of the curse placed upon it.
Narrator (somber):
And so, the battle ended. Dharma Pratap was no more, his ashes scattered across creation. The Sword of Creation remained, cursed and waiting for its next wielder. But even in the shadow of destruction, the seeds of defiance had been planted. For in the vast expanse of the cosmos, no force—god or mortal—can silence the will to rise again.
The screen fades to black.......