The screen opens with a sweeping view of the Earth, its surface scarred by battles raging across continents. Flashes of light and explosions ripple through the darkened atmosphere. The narrator's voice, calm yet imbued with purpose, begins:
"The battlefield of Earth was burning brighter than ever before. Nations clashed, Sentinel Squads tore through the skies, and humanity stood on the brink of destruction. Yet, destiny had chosen its enforcer—Dharma Pratap, armed with the Sword of Creation, now stood as a force beyond reckoning. His name would become the fulcrum upon which history pivoted."
The camera zooms into the Siachen Glacier, where Dharma's transformed figure strides through the carnage, wielding the glowing blade. His every step crackles with lightning, and the storm above follows his command. The remnants of the Pakistani and Chinese Sentinel Squads stare in terror as the battlefield quakes beneath his power.
Pakistani Captain (desperate):
"He's not human! Fall back! FALL BACK!"
Dharma (commanding voice):
"There is no retreat. There is no escape."
With a slash of the blade, a massive arc of lightning rips through the glacier, obliterating the remaining Pakistani forces. Dharma's voice booms across the battlefield, addressing both the living and the fallen.
Dharma:
"Lay down your arms, and we will end this senseless war. Defy me, and I will erase your existence from history itself."
The screen transitions to a montage of battles across the world, with Dharma leading the Indian Sentinel Squad (ISS) into engagements against multiple factions. His strategy is swift and decisive, his presence transforming the tide of war.
In Africa:
The ISS faces the United Sentinel Squad (USS) in the ruins of a city. American Ascendants unleash fire and metal projectiles, while Dharma steps forward, his blade cutting through their defences like paper.
USS Captain: "Bring him down! Focus fire!" Dozens of Ascendants converge on Dharma, their combined powers creating a swirling vortex of destruction. Dharma steps through unscathed, his sword glowing brighter.
Dharma (calm): "You should have chosen peace." A single slash sends a shockwave that crumbles buildings and forces the USS to surrender.
In South America: The Brazilian Sentinel Squad puts up a valiant fight, their elemental powers creating a wall of fire and earth. Dharma plunges through, extinguishing the flames with a wave of his hand.
Brazilian Captain (in awe): "What are you?!"
Dharma (quiet but firm): "The end of this war."
The scene shifts to the United Nations Sentinel Council sitting in tense silence as Dharma Pratap enters. Leaders from global powers watch him warily. The Sword of Creation remains sheathed at his side, its blue glow seeping through the scabbard.
Russian President: "Chief Pratap. We appreciate your... invitation to this council."
Dharma surveys the room with calm authority, meeting each leader's gaze as he takes his position at the podium.
Dharma: "The war has raged for years. Forty-three million dead. Two continents facing ecological collapse. And for what?"
He leans forward, hands on the podium.
Dharma: "I propose a complete cessation of hostilities. Withdrawal of all Sentinel Squads. A permanent council to resolve disputes peacefully."
Chinese Premier (scoffing): "And who would oversee this council? You? Your recent victories make your position... convenient."
Dharma: "Equal representation from every nation. Unanimous consent for decisions. I have no interest in ruling beyond what's necessary for peace."
American Diplomat: "Chief Pratap, America cannot surrender its strategic interests based on threats alone."
Dharma: "I haven't made threats. I've invited you to reason together."
He activates a holographic display showing recent battles.
Dharma: "African coast. Rio. Siberia. Johannesburg. All battles your forces lost. Your economies cannot sustain this war. Your populations grow restless. Sentinel recruitment has fallen sixty per cent."
He places a device on the podium, projecting documents before each leader.
Dharma: "The Sentinel Accord. Already signed by India. It places the ISS under international oversight. Limits our recruitment, armaments, operations—the same limitations I propose for all of you."
Japanese Prime Minister: "You've already agreed to these terms? Before securing our cooperation?"
Dharma: "Leadership requires sacrifice."
The Brazilian President slams his fist on the table.
Brazilian President: "This is manipulation! You devastate our forces and then present yourself as a peacemaker?"
The air around Dharma shimmers. Lights flicker. A low rumble fills the chamber. Several leaders push back from the table.
Dharma (dangerously quiet): "I have witnessed children buried beneath rubble. Held dying soldiers. Seen cities reduced to ash. So yes, I will manipulate. I will coerce. I will do whatever is necessary to end this madness."
The Sword pulses once, casting blue light across the room. Dharma takes a deep breath, regaining composure.
Dharma: "Historians will write of this day. Will they record that we found courage? Or that we clung to pride until nothing remained?"
French President: "What of accountability? Millions are dead. People will demand justice."
Dharma shows another document.
Dharma: "A Truth and Reconciliation Commission. All nations participate. All war crimes investigated—including those committed by India and myself."
Russian President: "You would subject yourself to an international tribunal?"
Dharma: "Justice cannot have exceptions."
He downs the mic moving to the centre.
Dharma: "Each of you expected to be threatened by the man who wields the Sword of Creation."
He draws the sword partway, its light filling the chamber. Then, to their astonishment, place it in the middle.
Dharma: "I could destroy this room with a thought. Erase your capitals with a gesture. But I don't want your fear. I want your cooperation. Your wisdom. Your commitment to ending suffering."
He steps back from the sword.
Dharma: "The choice is yours. Sign the Accord. Join the Commission. Help build a world where our children remember war only as a cautionary tale."
Silence fills the chamber. Finally, the German Chancellor rises.
German Chancellor: "Germany will sign."
Others follow. As the final signatures are recorded, Dharma retrieves his sword.
Dharma: "Today marks not the victory of one nation, but humanity's triumph over its darkness."
As the leaders disperse, Dharma remains at the centre, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword. The camera zooms in on his face, a mixture of relief and lingering doubt in his eyes. The narrator's voice returns, reflective and sombre:
Narrator:
"And so, the wars came to an end,through compromise and fear. Dharma Pratap, the enforcer of Rudra's will, had achieved what countless leaders could not. But peace won through power is fragile. And in the shadows of victory, new challenges began to stir."
The camera pans out, showing the Earth from space once more, now seemingly at peace. But faint cracks of tension remain visible.
The screen opens in the Primordial Plane, where Rudra lounges on his golden throne, the Orb of the Universe hovering before him. His fiery eyes gleam with anticipation as he watches Dharma Pratap standing in the council chamber, victorious and resolute. Rudra leans forward, his voice resonating with divine authority.
Rudra:
"Dharma Pratap... my chosen enforcer. Your task on Earth is done, but this is merely the beginning. My will spans more than one world. Across the galaxies, civilizations rise and fall. Chaos festers, defying the order I demand. You will bring them to heel. You will be my fist of justice... or destruction."
The camera shifts to Dharma in his command centre in New Delhi. He stands at the window, gazing at the stars, his mind heavy with the burden of his new purpose. His hand rests on the hilt of the Sword of Creation, its glow faint but constant.
Dharma (to himself):
"Is this peace? Enforcing order at the cost of freedom? Or is this just another war... a war without end?"
Dharma steps onto a rooftop under the night sky. The stars shimmer brightly, and the wind howls around him. With a firm grip, he unsheathes the Sword of Creation. Its blue blade pulses with energy, and energy crackles along its edge. Raising it high, Dharma slashes downward. The air splits with a deafening roar, and a tear in space-time appears—a swirling vortex of stars and darkness.
Narrator:
"And so, the Enforcer's journey began. Wielding the power to bend space and time, Dharma will travel across the infinite expanse of the cosmos. His blade, forged by the gods, cuts paths through dimensions, carrying him to worlds untouched by human eyes."