Far away, deep inside the forest, a group of men were cutting trees illegally.
They worked for a large mining company that wanted the sacred land.
Their leader laughed.
"Spirits? Ghosts? All nonsense."
But suddenly the forest became silent.
Too silent.
Even the insects stopped making noise.
The men felt uneasy.
Then they heard something running through the trees.
Fast.
Very fast.
Before they could react, a shadow appeared in front of them.
It was Shiva.
But he looked different.
His body was covered with sacred paint. His eyes glowed like fire beneath the ritual mask.
The spirit of Panjurli had fully awakened.
The leader tried to shout.
But the wind suddenly knocked him to the ground.
The forest itself seemed to obey Shiva.
Trees shook violently.
The ground trembled.
"Leave this land," the spirit voice said through Shiva.
"Or the forest will claim your souls."
Terrified, the men ran away into the darkness.