Chhota Bheem Kirmada Aur Zuhu Qayamat Shuru Part 3 -

Zuhu did not blink, for he had no eyes—only two deep wells of ticking gears. "Patience, old friend. Bheem is not the problem. Time is. We are not here to kill him. We are here to ensure he was never born."

The skies above Dholakpur had never looked so wrong. It was midday, yet the sun had turned the color of a bruised plum, and two shadows stretched from every tree, every house, every terrified citizen. The first shadow belonged to the present. The second shadow belonged to a future that was quickly being erased.

"You wanted a qayamat," Bheem said. "Here it is: the end of your reign."