Some time ago, eight soldiers arrived at the Cakrabuana palace. One of them headed to the hall to report the findings they had gathered.In a slight hurry, the soldier entered the hall and then knelt before King Dharma Kusuma."What do you wish to report, soldier?""My apologies, Your Majesty. I received information that a battle took place in the forest involving the Flying Machete School against an unknown individual.""And what further information do you have about this battle?" King Dharma Kusuma asked, curious, as Kurama and Chandra had yet to return with their report on their assigned task."The eyewitnesses were terrified, thinking it was a robbery, Your Majesty. Should I go to the scene myself to confirm the outcome?"King Dharma Kusuma blinked a few times before responding. "Just wait until tomorrow morning. If they haven't returned by then, take some men and confirm it in person.""Your command shall be carried out, Your Majesty." The soldier pressed his palms together in fr

Regret was of no use. Now, all he could do was try to escape from the pursuit of the soldiers.The late night and the quiet village allowed the rider in a black cloak to gallop freely down the road.Meanwhile, Arya and the two spies accompanying him were having a light conversation in the living room. The host had already excused himself to sleep earlier.Arya suddenly narrowed his eyes. The stillness of the night made it easy for his ears to pick up the sound of galloping hooves rushing down the road."Who would be riding so fast at this hour?" Arya asked his two spies, curious.Moments later, his ears caught another faint sound of galloping hooves—this time, multiple riders. Driven by curiosity, the young warrior quickly stepped out of the house and moved toward the gate to see what was happening.The soldiers were so focused on their chase that they failed to notice the young man standing nearby."Stop, you!" a loud voice echoed in the stillness of the night."Good thing they didn’

The leader of the Iron Claw Sect pulled both his hands slightly to the sides and behind him. His fingers formed a claw-like shape, and his nails darkened, extending slightly. His knees bent, and his body lowered into a battle stance.With a single breath, he lunged forward to attack once more. "Iron Claw Strike!" he shouted fiercely.From the way his opponent’s nails had turned black, Arya could guess that the technique contained poison. He didn't want to be reckless when fighting a warrior skilled in venomous arts, even though he was confident that his body would remain unharmed due to his frequent consumption of Tundra Moss.His vigilance increased sharply as he observed his opponent’s shifting techniques.Arya pulled his body back just as his opponent’s poisoned claws nearly slashed his throat. Swiftly, he launched a strike aimed at his opponent’s chest but was forced to withdraw the attack when Walang Sungsang’s left claw targeted his head first."Damn it!" he cursed inwardly. Ary

The young man looked around, gathering his courage. He realized that the figure speaking to him was not like the dark sect warriors he had fought before."Are you the guardian of this forest, Grandfather?" Arya addressed the figure as "Grandfather" based on his voice, which sounded like an old man."Is it proper for someone being questioned to respond with a question? But it's fine—I’ll answer you, young man." The figure suddenly vanished and reappeared beside Arya.Arya gasped in shock and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to regain control and landed on his feet.The old man chuckled as he watched Arya staring at him. "Don’t just stand there—come up!"Arya nodded, then leaped lightly and sat beside the old man."I do guard this forest, young man." The old man observed Arya closely, then smiled. "I should be angry because you've disturbed my long slumber."Arya furrowed his brows, confused by what th

The young man remained silent for a moment before emerging from the lake. His usual firm and steady steps were nowhere to be seen.Hydra watched Arya walk toward him with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with you?”Arya didn’t answer right away. He sat cross-legged near the two Dragon figures, who were currently in their human forms.“It’s true,” he muttered.“What do you mean?” Hydra asked again.“He is a prince from a great kingdom, Hydra. I told him to immerse himself in the lake to restore his memories,” Wira Atmaja interjected, answering Hydra’s question.Hydra blinked several times, confused by Arya’s demeanor after regaining his memories.“You’re acting strange, Arya… Shouldn’t you be happy that your memories have returned?”Arya took a deep breath. He still wasn’t ready to speak further. The truth he had just uncovered weighed heavily on him—not because of his status as a prince, but because he didn’t know how to face Ratnasari.“You’re really foolish, Hydra. You’ve followe