You want me to drive this weapon into you and watch your blood flow?
To do that and to watch it…
This old heart is too weak to bear the pain.
This weapon is the God we worship, Singappa.
Do it for the sake of the mountain.
Do it.
I cannot do this, Vara.
Singappa…
Singappa!
Don't worry about the pain in my eyes, Singappa.
Just focus on the fear in everyone else’s eyes tomorrow.
The sea, which had only witnessed weapons and blood,
probably broke into tears over what Vara did.
It reached out to touch his feet that day.
Who was capable of killing Devara?
Who could have driven a knife through Devara?