Prepare yourself, Dharma. This will be your unmaking.
Rudra (roaring):Feel the weight
Dharma (gritting his teeth):If your fury is all you have, Rudra, then you'll need more to break me!
Dharma (shouting):Tomoe
Rudra (mocking):Childish tricks. Do you think the storm frightens the one who forged the heavens?
Rudra (coldly):You are nothing but a mortal playing with power beyond your understanding. Let me show you what true Mastery
Dharma (defiant):You may control reality, Rudra, but I control my destiny!
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 (shouting):You wield a fraction of my power, Dharma. I AM THE GOD OF GODS!
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Rudra:You fight valiantly, Dharma, but you cannot win. I am eternal. You are but a speck in my creation.
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.they're choices to make
Rudra:Then prepare to pay that cost, Dharma. I will teach you the price of defiance
Rudra:I AM THE CREATOR. I AM THE SMITE. SAMSARA TREMBLES BEFORE MY TRINETRA LIGHT!
Rudra(voice booming):MORTAL, BEHOLD THE POWER THAT WEAVES LIFE'S RARE SONG! WITNESS HOW THE COSMIC FORCES DANCE ALONG! I... AM... RUDRA!!!!!!!!!!!
Dharma:Fate... belongs... to all... not just you, Rudra......
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....
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
Rudra (quietly)And so, order is restored. Chaos is silenced. Let no one forget this moment...
Rudra (echoing):I am Rudra. The eternal. The infinite. Defiance will always be met with annihilation.
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 For in the vast expanse of the cosmos, no force—god or mortal—can silence the will to rise again.