As Boar bid farewell to Kalki and Dhruv, commending them for their apparent goodness, he and his companions departed to the north. Meanwhile, Kalki inquired of Ring about their mission. Ring assured him that all would be revealed in two days and instructed them to head south.
As they journeyed, Kalki and Dhruv heard distressed cries from animals nearby. Investigating, they discovered a peculiar sight: a fox with nine tails, wounded and surrounded by a pack of browned-colored hyenas. The fox bore injuries to both legs, one tail lay limp on the ground, and one eye was injured, yet she valiantly fought against the relentless assault.
Quickly, Kalki employed the skill Gyan Mudra to eavesdrop on the conversation between the fox and the hyenas. "Give me a newborn baby, and we will spare your life," one of the hyenas demanded. The fox, despite her dire condition, defiantly refused. "Even if you kill me, I will never do that," she retorted with unwavering courage.
Moved by the fox's bravery and the injustice of the situation, Kalki and Dhruv knew they couldn't stand idly by. They resolved to intervene, devising a plan to rescue the injured fox and confront the hyenas. With determination in their hearts and a sense of justice guiding their actions, they prepared to take a stand against the cruelty before them.
As Kalki prepared to intervene, a sudden, horrifying sight froze him in his tracks. The head of the fox was swiftly severed and flung into the sky, landing with a sickening thud on the ground before them. Shock and disbelief gripped Kalki and Dhruv as they stared in horror at the gruesome scene unfolding before them.
Before they could react, a new figure emerged, towering over the hyenas with an imposing presence. This new hyena, at least three times larger and stronger than the rest, spoke with authority, commanding the others to seize the child.
"What are you doing? Don't waste time," the formidable hyena barked, invoking the authority of their lord. "The lord ordered us to take this child for the future of our tribe."
As Kalki and Dhruv stood their ground, facing the imposing figure of Raol and his hyenas, they felt a surge of determination to protect the innocent. "Yes, Mr. Raol, we will do that," they replied firmly.
As Kalki and Dhruv confronted Raol and his intimidating pack of hyenas, a heavy silence filled the air. Raol, his swords unsheathed, demanded that the newcomers reveal their identities. Without hesitation, Kalki and Dhruv stepped forward, unwavering in their resolve despite the palpable tension surrounding them.
With a mixture of disbelief and empathy, Dhruv questioned Raol's merciless actions. "How could you commit such an atrocity? To slay a mother before her young... Have you no empathy left? Do you not even fear the judgment of higher powers?"
Raol's response was a derisive laugh that cut through the solemnity of the moment. "Fear? Ha! Our allegiance is to our lord, the true power that guides us," he declared with conviction. "The fox met her fate through her own defiance. She refused to obey our lord's command, denying him the offspring he demanded."
"Identify yourselves, intruders," Raol commanded, his voice laced with authority as he pointed his blades towards Kalki and Dhruv. In the face of this challenge, they stood firm, prepared to confront Raol and defend their principles, no matter the cost.
Dhruv stepped forward, his presence commanding attention as he addressed Raol with a calm yet unwavering voice. "We do not stand here as mere challengers to your might, but as guardians of righteousness and defenders of the innocent," he declared, his words resonating with a sense of profound conviction.
"The fox you have callously slain deserved not the cold edge of your blade, but the warmth of justice and compassion," Dhruv continued, his tone imbued with a quiet strength that echoed through the clearing. "We cannot, in good conscience, abide by such brutality and oppression. It is our duty to stand against it, to ensure that the voices of the downtrodden are heard and their rights are protected."
As he spoke, Dhruv's resolve burned brightly, undiminished by the looming threat of Raol and his pack. In the face of adversity, he remained steadfast in his commitment to uphold the values of integrity, empathy, and justice, ready to confront any challenge that stood in their way.
Kalki stepped forward, a silent gesture of solidarity as he placed a reassuring hand on Dhruv's shoulder. With a steely gaze fixed upon Raol, he echoed Dhruv's sentiments with quiet determination. "You speak the truth, Dhruv. This injustice cannot go unanswered," he affirmed, his voice carrying a sense of unwavering resolve. "Raol, you have trespassed against the laws of decency and humanity. For your actions, you shall face the consequences."
The weight of Kalki's words hung heavily in the air, a solemn vow to hold Raol accountable for his cruelty. Together, Kalki and Dhruv stood united, their resolve unshakeable as they prepared to confront the tyrant before them and deliver justice for the innocent.
As Raol charged forward, his sword raised menacingly, Kalki's determination surged within him like a raging inferno. With a fierce resolve, he made a silent vow to confront Raol alone, relying solely on his own strength and skill to prevail. As Raol's blade descended with deadly intent, Kalki moved with a grace born of unwavering determination, effortlessly evading the attack.
However, Raol was not to be underestimated. With a cunning glint in his eye, he unleashed his earth magic, ensnaring Kalki's limbs and leaving him vulnerable to attack. Infusing his sword with dark energy, Raol prepared to deliver the finishing blow, confident in his impending victory.
Yet, Kalki refused to yield. With a primal roar, he summoned every ounce of his inner strength, shattering Raol's spell with sheer brute force. Catching Raol's blade with his bare hand, he stared defiantly into his adversary's eyes, his resolve unbroken.
In disbelief, Raol staggered backward, his voice trembling with incredulity. "This is impossible! How can a mere human withstand my most powerful attack?" he cried out, his arrogance shattered by Kalki's unyielding spirit.
With a steely gaze, Kalki stood tall, his determination unshakeable. In that moment, he knew that victory was within his grasp, and nothing would stand in his way as he sought to bring an end to Raol's reign of terror once and for all.
With the swift and decisive motion of a true warrior, Kalki wrested Raol's sword from his grasp and, in a single magnificent stroke, severed his hands and limbs, casting him to the ground in a humbling display of power. As Raol writhed in agony, the stark reality of his defeat dawned upon him like the breaking of a new day, illuminating the futility of his resistance.
Amidst the swirling dust and the echoes of battle, Raol, once a formidable tyrant, now found himself reduced to a mere mortal, vulnerable and at the mercy of his conqueror. With a voice thick with anguish and humility, he beseeched Kalki for mercy, his pride shattered and his spirit laid bare before the majesty of justice.
"Please," he implored, his words carrying the weight of his newfound humility, "spare my life. I have seen the folly of my ways. I beg of you, grant me mercy, that I may seek redemption."
As Kalki poised to deliver the final, decisive blow, a moment of solemn reflection washed over him. With a voice that resonated with both stern resolve and compassionate wisdom, he addressed Raol one last time.
"Do not fear," Kalki intoned, his words carrying the weight of both judgment and mercy. "In the afterlife, your lord will follow you. You will not be alone."
Raol's anguished cry pierced the air, a final lamentation as he grappled with the consequences of his actions. "Nooooo!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the clearing, a desperate plea for salvation.
With a swift and precise motion, Kalki delivered the fatal blow, his sword slicing through Raol's throat in a display of unwavering justice. As Raol's head tumbled through the air, a stark reminder of the inevitable fate that awaited those who embraced darkness, Kalki stood tall, his resolve unshaken by the gravity of his actions.
In that moment, amidst the fading echoes of battle and the crimson hues of dusk, Kalki's victory was not merely one of conquest, but a triumph of righteousness over tyranny, and a testament to the enduring power of compassion in the face of darkness.