The two spies quickly scanned their surroundings, even searching among the trees — yet there was no sign of Sastra Wijaya.Suddenly, the leader of the Hell Sword Sect emerged silently from Prasojo’s shadow. Prasojo froze in disbelief. The strongest warrior of the dark path had been hiding within his shadow all along, and he hadn’t sensed a thing.“The evidence I’ve gathered is more than enough to justify killing you both,” Sastra Wijaya said coldly. “Since the day I declared war on the Jaya Buana Kingdom, your faces have stood out the most—shocked, anxious, and suspicious, especially you!” He pointed at Wiguna.“Damn it! How could we have been discovered?” Wiguna cursed inwardly.It seemed his devotion to the White Path would end today. Facing Sastra Wijaya, the strongest master of the dark sects, he knew only Arya could have possibly stood a chance against this man.Cold sweat began to soak Wiguna and Prasojo’s clothes. Fear was inevitable—after all, they were standing before the mig

The former member of the dark sect, who had now completely pledged himself to the light, was far from resigned to his current condition. Deep down, he still clung to a fragile hope—that a miracle might free him from the shadow that loomed over his fate.Meanwhile, in the grand palace of the Sastrajingga Kingdom, the arrival of Arya, accompanied by Prince Sanggabhumi, immediately stirred whispers and curiosity among the courtiers. Everyone’s attention was drawn to the young man who carried himself with a noble air—the crown prince of the mighty Erlangga Kingdom.To put it into perspective, Erlangga’s domain stretched wider than Sastrajingga’s territories, and its name resonated across faraway lands. Erlangga’s kings had long forged alliances with other realms—especially the vast continent of Borneo, once visited by the renowned King Wirabhumi.For the seasoned advisors like Ki Mangkubumi, Rengga, and those who already knew of Prince Sanggabhumi, the prince’s identity wasn’t what captiv

Sastra Wijaya Takes ActionThe master of the Hell-Sword Sect was furious. Sukracarya’s threat still echoed in his mind like a curse. His steps thundered down the stone corridor as he emerged from his chamber, his face hard and grim, his aura sharp as unsheathed steel.The noisy chatter in the main hall ceased the instant Sastra Wijaya entered. His presence alone commanded silence. His crimson eyes burned with barely restrained rage; even his breath seemed to vibrate with killing intent.“I was just visited by the envoy of Prince Kalasekti,” he began, his voice low yet rumbling like distant thunder. “He’s furious — enraged because you all have failed to find the infant he demanded.”His jaw tightened. “We have been granted only two more days. Two. After that, if we do not bring him the child with the birthmark, he will destroy us all. Not only me — every single soul in this sect will be erased. Now go! Search every corner of the land, every house, every cradle. Do not return until you

Sastra Wijaya grumbled endlessly, muttering curses like an old woman scolding fate itself. Who wouldn’t be furious? Sukracarya had vanished without a word of gratitude after taking the infant—an infant Sastra had spent two full days searching for, all to match the exact traits that had been demanded.“Damn that demon!” he spat in anger. “If he were human, I’d have turned him into minced meat by now.”Yet despite his irritation, a wave of relief washed over him. The task was done. Now, all that remained was to wait for the resurrection of Prince Kalasekti—the dark messiah who would lead the Dark Sect to its long-awaited age of triumph.Just as he was about to lay his weary body down, a knock echoed on his chamber door. At this hour, there was only one person who would dare disturb him—his grandson, Wisnu.“Enter,” Sastra called out, his tone a mixture of fatigue and command.The unlocked door creaked open, and in stepped Wisnu, a man in his early thirties. He approached his grandfather

A New ProblemFor a fleeting moment, the brow of Ananta Shesa furrowed deeply. A faint sense of disturbance rippled through him—something strange emanated from within Ratnasari’s womb.The subtle shift in the Dragon God’s expression did not escape Arya’s notice. “Is something wrong?” he asked, curiosity laced with concern.Ananta Shesa did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed upon Ratnasari, his divine senses tracing every thread of energy that pulsed within her. Whatever he felt, he needed to confirm it quickly.Ratnasari herself grew uneasy under that intense stare. Yet, she dared not think ill of Ananta Shesa. He was not an antagonist in her husband’s fate—if anything, he was a being far beyond mortal malice.Since no response came, Arya chose silence, trusting the Dragon God’s focus. He glanced at Ratnasari, silently assuring her that whatever disturbed Ananta Shesa was not something trivial.Then, the Dragon God closed his eyes. His consciousness delved deep, far beyon