Mukranaya frowned when he noticed the mysterious smiles on the faces of the two humans beside him. The old demon, whose appearance resembled that of an elderly man, couldn’t hide his curiosity and finally asked, “Why are you two smiling like that?”Arya was the first to respond. “Since we’ve come this far, I suppose we should properly introduce ourselves. My name is Arya, and this is His Majesty King Wirabhumi, ruler of the Erlangga Kingdom — the same kingdom you mentioned earlier, Elder.”Mukranaya’s eyes widened in surprise, though he quickly regained his composure. “Then that means you are the grandson of King Mahendradata? I never thought I would live to meet the descendant of such a humble and wise monarch,” he said, his wrinkled face breaking into a broad smile.King Wirabhumi shook his head. “Not quite, Elder. I’m not his blood relative. King Anggara adopted me as his son, since he had no heir to inherit the throne.”Mukranaya stroked his long beard thoughtfully. “Ah, I see. Bu

The arrival of Brojonoto alone was enough to stir unease among the leaders of the dark sect gathered in the grand hall. Questions swirled silently behind their cold gazes—questions tied to the outcome of their assault on the royal palace of Jaya Buana. Yet another concern lingered among them: the absence of Braganata.From the cheerful look upon Brojonoto’s face, they could only assume victory had been achieved. The warrior known as the Demon of Fire was not one to smile without reason. Still, none dared to draw conclusions until the short, stout man presented his report directly to Sastra Wijaya, who remained secluded within his chamber.Meanwhile, inside a private room forbidden to all but Wisnu and Sastra Wijaya, the master of the Hellblade Sect was conversing with a young man whose youthful features suggested he had yet to reach twenty. This youth was none other than the human incarnation of Sukracarya, who had successfully completed the transformation from a shadowy spirit into a

Arya scratched his head with a sheepish grin, a faint laugh escaping his lips.“Well, I didn’t realize that time flows differently here than in the human realm,” he admitted. “I thought it would be just a brief visit—something that wouldn’t take long at all.”Mukranaya’s brow furrowed. “What made you think that way? Have you ever stepped into another realm besides this one?”Arya nodded calmly. “The Realm of the Dragon Gods, and the Resting Realm.”The name alone—Realm of the Dragon Gods—made Mukranaya jolt in surprise. Though he had never set foot there himself, tales about that realm had reached even his ears: it was said to be a place inhabited solely by the Dragon God himself, a being whose breath could ignite worlds and whose slumber could silence the heavens.The demon’s eyes—those very same eyes once blessed by Elder Fajar during a battle in the demon realm—narrowed as he studied Arya and King Wirabhumi in turn. A crimson gleam flickered deep within Mukranaya’s pupils, a sign o

Upon his throne of obsidian and flame, King Suwandara fixed his piercing gaze on the soldier who had dared to enter the grand audience hall uninvited. The towering monarch—whose height exceeded two meters—radiated an aura of barely contained wrath, his voice heavy with thunderous power.“How dare you step into my hall without permission? Have you grown tired of your life that you no longer fear execution?”The soldier, already kneeling with his head bowed low, trembled as he replied, “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I came only to report something of the utmost importance.”King Suwandara’s eyes narrowed. “And what matter could possibly be so important that you would risk interrupting me?”“Guntur Bumi has been taken away, Your Majesty—by Lord Jaludara and two of his companions!”“You fool!” The King’s furious roar shook the hall like a quake from the abyss. He rose from his throne in a single violent motion. “How could he escape under your watch?”“It was Lord Jaludara, my King. He aided t

The fierce defiance shown by Arya ignited the fury of more than a dozen soldiers who had already crowded inside Dursakala’s residence. One of them, overcome by anger, stepped forward and threw a punch straight at Arya’s face.But the strike hit nothing but air. Arya tilted his body sideways, evading it effortlessly.The soldier, humiliated by his own failure, grew reckless. He hurled a flurry of blows, each one faster and wilder than the last—yet none so much as brushed the hem of Arya’s robe. Irritated, Arya countered with a swift kick that sent the man crashing to the floor.“Bastard! How dare you fight back against us!” one of the soldiers barked.“I had no intention of fighting,” Arya replied calmly, his eyes cold and steady. “But I won’t just stand still and let your friend strike me without reason.”“That’s the same as rebellion!” the soldier shouted back.“Then so be it,” Arya said with a faint smile. “If you believe I’m rebelling, then let’s make it a proper fight. But don’t b