Centuries later, under a starlit sky, a child in the rebuilt city of Kolar Prime asks her father,
> "Was Rocky Bhai real?"
The father smiles, pointing to the golden statue standing at the city's heart — glowing faintly in the moonlight.
> "Maybe not. But his courage is."
And as the wind sweeps across the land, carrying the scent of earth and gold, a whisper echoes once more — timeless and proud:
> "The world is mine."