IN THE BATTLE FIELD
Bloody terror everywhere....and blood-soaked corpses....
Innocent running for life....
Innocent children screaming seeing blood in front of their eyes.
Pregnant women begging for the lives of their unborn children.
And suddenly there is a thick darkness and the terrifying cries of wolves start coming, as if death is about to dance on its own wounds.
And this is exactly what happened….The scary wolves started drinking the blood of innocents mercilessly….The voices of the innocent screaming were heart-wrenching.
And then the dreaded devil with a bloodied face moves swiftly towards Ozain between the two: a fierce battle ensues....and the devil spits out infected blood from his mouth and....
Jasmine - (shouting to Ozain) She sprays infected blood on her body
And suddenly, in Jasmine's body, a holy reflection of the sun appears, the purity of which Satan cannot bear.
And the skin of his body starts fraying like the old ruins, the paint of the walls of the palace starts coming off… and he starts dying by screaming loudly.
Ozain -(screaming) Jasmine....my Jasmine what have you done
You embraced death for a bloody Dracula...(screaming) I am a sinner...a great sinner...who could neither be worthy of your love nor could draw your life from death
Jasmine - No you are not a sinner... but you are that golden reflective imprint of love surrounded by bloody conspiracies that has settled forever in the hearts that all called you "the shadow of the devil". Whose every beat is now indebted to you
Now like a disciplined father, you have to be devoted to each and every duty of your son like peoples
Now this is your Jasmine last wish
Taking her last breath in the arms of her lover, kisses her lover for the last time and falls asleep in the heaven of his eyes forever.
The sun is still his weakness...but the moon...the moon always shows him a glimpse of his Jasmine
And for her, he expresses his heart's feelings in few words....
"I'll write the ocean & your thirst increase
I'll write fire & all your pain burn
I'll write the night & you sleep in the arms of peace
I'll write rain & your lips get wet
I'll write the page & your words remain in it
I'll write the ointment & your pain flow in me
I'll write autumn & your wither falls
I'll write the time & your happiness stay forever
I'll write Jasmine & your touch make my soul smell
I'll write cerin & your heart melts
I'll write the mirror & see your reflection
I'll write a dream & you achieve me
His longing is not for love but is always inclined to the sacred patriotism of the sacrifice indulging in the spiritual dedication of his beloved.
He still loves her devotion to death.
the immortality of their love is infinite".