Treta Yuga - Southern Edge of Kiskindha The ancient neem tree stood guard at the edge of Sugreev's war camp, its branches stretching skyward in silent prayer. The Dharma Yuddha between Shri Ram and Ravan was reaching its peak, but here—on this quiet patch of land far from the noise of conches and swords—another timeless story was unfolding.Shaardha rinsed her hands in a copper basin, its water already stained pink from tending to wounded soldiers. She turned toward the neem tree, drawn by the unusual stillness there.He slumped against its trunk, half-shadow, half-man. Blood had dried black on his metallic armor. His chest rose and fell, but just barely.Another dying man, she thought.