All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 561
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Captured
The next day, the atmosphere inside the Hell Sword Sect’s grand hall was unusually quiet. There was no regular meeting scheduled, as Sastra Wijaya had urgent business that required him to leave the sect. Before departing, however, he had instructed Songgogeni to inform all members to search for a newborn baby with a birthmark on its face.Seeing this as a rare opportunity to leave the Hell Sword Sect, Wiguna and Prasojo immediately rearranged their plan. Sastra Wijaya’s absence was an extremely rare chance—especially during such a critical time.While the members of the Black Sect were busy preparing for their attack on Jaya Buana Kingdom, Wiguna and Prasojo quietly walked out of the sect’s vast compound.They behaved as naturally as possible to avoid arousing suspicion from the guards stationed at the gate. In times like these, vigilance would certainly be heightened—especially with the fear that spies might attempt to steal vital information.To make their escape appear less suspici
The Game of Sastra Wijaya
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
Condition of Wiguna
As Brojonoto strode down the corridor, his mind couldn’t stop wondering how representatives from the Black Eagle Sect could possibly be accused of being spies. On the other hand, Songgogeni had told him that Sastra Wijaya was away from the sect when he wanted to consult about the attack on the Jaya Buana Kingdom.When he reached Sastra Wijaya’s private chamber, two sect members standing guard knocked on the door and entered after hearing a voice from inside. Not long after, they came back out.“The Master is waiting for you inside,” said one of them.Brojonoto nodded and stepped into the room. He saw the leader of the greatest dark sect sitting while gazing at a sheet of dried parchment spread across the table.“Sit down,” said Sastra Wijaya without looking at him.“Thank you, Elder.” Brojonoto lowered himself onto the cushion.“What are you looking at, Elder?” Brojonoto asked politely.“Just a map of the Jaya Buana Kingdom. Wisnu managed to obtain it—though I don’t know how,” Sastra
Rengga’s Analysis
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
Sukracarya’s Threat
Sukracarya’s ThreatThe next morning, Arya led Ratnasari away to find a place that would be both comfortable and safe for his training. Using the Earth-Folding Art, the two of them slipped through the landscape and arrived at a location that would stir a flood of old memories.Yes — Arya planned to practice the Four-Element Sword in the Valley of Life. In his mind there was no place safer than the valley where he had first been forged into a swordsman. It was where his blade had learned its temper and where his spirit had first been tested; returning there felt like coming home to the only sanctuary he truly trusted.Beyond that, after he had finished with the affairs of the martial world — once his duty was done — Arya intended to retire to that valley with his wife and child. Ratnasari would never oppose such a wish; she had already given her quiet blessing. If, someday, Laras’s daughter or Rani’s daughter became his wife, he would offer her the freedom to choose: to remain in the p
Sastra Wijaya Takes Action
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
Hydra is Back?
Sarwana growled in frustration as the place he usually rested lay in ruins, shattered by a tremendous tremor. Yet it never crossed his mind that this was caused by Arya’s training, for there had been no explosions on the fifth day.“In all the years I’ve lived here, this is the first time I’ve ever felt an earthquake,” he muttered to Ratnasari, his deep voice still trembling from the shock.“Truly?” Ratnasari turned her graceful face toward him, her brows drawn in faint curiosity.Before Sarwana could respond, several monkeys shrieked wildly, pointing toward the distance. Both Ratnasari and the monkey king followed their gaze.“What is that light?” Ratnasari whispered, her smooth brow furrowing as a strange brilliance illuminated the heavens.A cascade of colors—crimson, pale blue, earthy green, and pure white—merged into one radiant pillar shooting upward, piercing through the clouds that drifted lazily across the vast sky.Sarwana narrowed his eyes. The sight stirred a memory within
The Departure of the Dark Sect
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 Joyous News
Princess Laras and Dewi, who were inside the chamber, immediately jumped in delight when they heard the news of Arya and Ratnasari’s arrival. Without wasting a single heartbeat, Princess Laras grabbed Dewi’s hand and hurriedly left the room, where her mother was still resting.Their footsteps echoed down the corridor as they half-ran toward the grand hall. Excitement burned brightly in their eyes—an eagerness that had been waiting far too long to see Arya again.Without knocking or even asking for permission, Princess Laras pushed open the doors and led Dewi into the hall.Arya’s gaze did not immediately fall upon the princess, but rather on his foster sister—whose face had grown even more charming, her once-childish features now soft and radiant. Kneeling on one knee, Arya opened his arms wide to welcome Dewi’s embrace.“Brother!” Dewi cried out joyfully, her voice echoing throughout the hall, unbothered by the presence of King Wijaya Kusuma and his ministers.The sight of their reun
A New Problem
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