You never touch the sea
You never play with me
I'll never show you mercy
I'll never…
I had a nightmare last night, Jogula.
The sea had gone red again turning into an actual Red Sea.
And it was I who made it so.
The sea is full of blood It's his Red Sea
All hail! All hail the tiger!
The sea is full of blood It's his Red Sea
All hail! All hail the tiger!
Eyes that knew nothing but courage,
for the first time ever,
were filled with fear.
Were those the dead bodies that I saw in the sea?
Dear…
Get up.
Oh, my…
Dear…
Kora…
Has Devara killed them?
Has he killed them all?
I thought I could reform you with my words.
But now I see that you have turned into fearless and uncontrollable beasts.
You won't even fear God or the devil if he's visible every day.
So, just like them, I choose to be an invisible fear from today.
If you forget fear and go into the sea on your crooked jobs again,
I will lay you down on the shore just like this.
It had been two years since Devara set off into the sea.
The stillness and silence had somehow reduced the fear.
They had lived like sharks.
Their pride stood in the way of turning into fishermen.
But on Bhaira's assurance,
a few did venture into the sea again.
Like a tempest born out of the sea, Devara had probably pounced upon them.
Watching the half-dead come afloat to the shores,
the mountain had its heart in its mouth.
They took to the sea again.
However, this time it wasn't for a heist.
It was for sustenance.
Fishing became their livelihood.