In the heart of a vibrant Bengal jungle, a wise lord krishna croaks in his paws as he charges towards a towering kran in the middle of the mahabharat. His muscular frame is made of a woven canvas, and his muscular form carries with it the majestic features of his mighty demeanor, contrasting sharply with the fiery reds and oranges of his robes. The sun beats down on the scene, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery and the jungle. The krana, however, is determined to lead the pack forward, but this time, he will serve a life of his own. As the battle continues in mahabharat, the two animals bond, lost in the battle from opposing forces.