In the final moments of the Kurukshetra War, only Duryodhana remains, the once-mighty prince of the Kauravas. His army is gone, his allies have fallen, but his pride and defiance burn on.
⚔️ The Duel of Fate:
⚔️ The Final Blow:
The Mace of Bhima Crowned in fire, bathed in war, A fallen kingdom, my time no more. Steel in hand, I face my doom, Yet the Kaurava blood shall never be consumed! "Yuddha-dharma, the time is near," "One shall stand, one disappear!" Stand and fight! The gods decree! The mace of Bhima sets you free! Crushed in dust, the ground will shake, For kings will die, but fate won’t break! The earth shall bear my dying breath, Yet no man shall sing my death! Strike me down, I’ll rise again, For kings may fall, but never bend! "Dharma calls, the war is done," "One last strike, the end has come!" Stand and fight! The gods decree! The mace of Bhima sets you free! Crushed in dust, the ground will shake, For kings will die, but fate won’t break! "Strike below, the law defied," "A shattered throne, a shattered pride!" "Upon this land, my blood will stain," "Yet my name shall not be slain!" Stand and fight! The gods decree! The mace of Bhima sets you free! Crushed in dust, the ground will shake, For kings will die, but fate won’t break! "Upon this land, my blood will stain," "Yet my name shall not be slain!"