All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 591
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The Enchanted Mirror
“Do you know the appearance of your wife’s twin brother?” asked Mukranaya, his ancient voice calm but filled with curiosity.Arya nodded slowly. Within his mind, he recalled the image that Ananta Shesa had once embedded deep in his memory—the face of Ratnasari’s twin brother. But when he tried to describe it aloud, an invisible weight pressed against his tongue, stealing the words from his lips.“I know what he looks like,” Arya finally said, his brow furrowing, “but I saw him not with my eyes—only within my mind. It’s difficult to describe him in words.”“Wait here for a moment,” Mukranaya said with a faint smile before rising from his seat. The old demon, with his long silver hair and quiet dignity, walked deeper into the shadows of his humble dwelling.King Wirabhumi raised an eyebrow, silently questioning Arya about what their mysterious host was doing. Arya merely lifted his shoulders slightly in reply, signaling that he had no idea either.Moments later, Mukranaya returned, hold
Accusation of a Coup
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 Arrogance of Brojonoto
“Are you certain that the support within the palace is divided?” Mukranaya asked, his brows furrowed in disbelief. Nearly two centuries had passed — not a short time for loyalties to shift or fade. It was possible, he thought, that the political landscape Dursakala spoke of had long since changed.“What was the main reason the soldiers and courtiers chose to support me?” he continued, his tone calm but edged with curiosity.“They believe, my Lord,” replied Dursakala respectfully, “that there is no other figure as worthy as you — no one who could stand as the true symbol of resistance.”“Symbol of resistance?” Mukranaya echoed, a trace of irony in his voice.“Not just resistance, my Lord,” Dursakala explained further, “but also leadership. They see you as the one who could lead our realm to a better future. Moreover, many soldiers and officials have grown uneasy with King Suwandara’s ambition to conquer the human realm — an ambition that began the very moment you withdrew from the pala
The New Body of Sukracarya
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
Doubts of Sastra Wijaya
A hush fell over the hall as Brojonoto’s silence stretched on—an awkward, heavy pause that deepened Sastra Wijaya’s unease. He did not press further; the short, stout warrior’s answer would come in its own time, and impatience now might spoil whatever truth lurked behind the man’s polished grin.“Forgive me beforehand, Master,” Brojonoto began at last, voice low and careful, “but on the road to the royal city of Jaya Buana, Braganata and I quarreled. We disagreed over tactics. You ordered us to reduce the enemy’s numbers; I told him we must leave none alive who could rise against us. He refused. He insulted me—said I was no better than a bootlicking dog. He went further and called you a heartless murderer who lacks compassion, and said he opposed the council’s plan.”Sastra Wijaya’s eyes narrowed. “And what happened after your argument?”Brojonoto swallowed, as if selecting the most palatable lie. “I lost my temper. He may insult me, but none shall ever insult the council—especially n
Meeting Guntur Bumi
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
The Liberation
“Could that be Guntur Bumi?” Arya whispered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the solitary figure in the distance.“It seems so,” replied King Wirabhumi, scanning their surroundings cautiously. He lifted his gaze toward the roof of the pavilion, ensuring that no guards were lurking above.Jaludara halted his steps as he reached the back of the young man who stood amidst the sea of blossoms, seemingly lost in thought. The fragrance of the garden lingered heavily in the air, mingling with the faint hum of spiritual energy that resonated from every petal and leaf.“Guntur Bumi,” Jaludara called gently, his voice carrying a tone of respect. “There is someone here who wishes to see you.”The young man did not respond. His hands, pale yet strong, reached out to caress the petals of a golden flower that shimmered faintly under the dim light. His gaze remained fixed on the beauty before him, ignoring Jaludara entirely.A faint sigh escaped Jaludara’s lips—half irritation, half resignation. He
Cariyata’s Dread
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 Uproar
lThough Cariyata’s suspicions pointed clearly toward the Black Dragon King, he dared not confirm them—much less speak of them before King Suwandara. Deep within, however, he almost hoped that it truly was the Black Dragon King who had intervened to rescue Guntur Bumi. For in all the realms, only that ancient sovereign was believed powerful enough to challenge and defeat Suwandara himself.---“Have you searched Jaludara’s home—or Dursakala’s residence?” King Suwandara suddenly asked, his deep voice rumbling through the hall. His sharp mind worked quickly; if Mukranaya truly intended to lead a coup, then it was only natural that his loyal followers of old would begin to rally behind him once again.“Not yet, Your Majesty. But our patrols will eventually sweep through that area as well,” the soldier replied respectfully.“I dislike waiting,” Suwandara snapped, slamming his massive fist against the armrest of his throne. “Take your men and search Dursakala’s home immediately. Bring Jalud
Luring King Suwandara Out
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