Battle in the SkyFor a long moment, King Suwandara could not speak. His tongue turned to stone, his breath caught in his chest as his eyes locked upon the man who had just descended into the royal hall in such an unearthly fashion. The faint scent that drifted from the intruder was purely that of a demon—yet something about him was undeniably human.The king’s instincts told him everything he needed to know. This handsome stranger was the one who had stolen Guntur Bumi away from the palace. The ease and grace with which he had descended through the shattered roof spoke of immense power—power that could not belong to an ordinary being.Cariwata, the royal seer, felt his heart lurch. In his visions, he had seen a colossal black dragon soaring through the clouds. Yet before the beast had taken form, he had seen a man—dressed exactly like the one who now stood before King Suwandara.“You!” King Suwandara’s voice thundered, echoing through the hall. “You are the one who dared to steal Gun

The True Form of King SuwandaraConfusion, disbelief, and growing frustration all tangled within King Suwandara’s mind. The fire he had unleashed should have been powerful enough to obliterate an entire quarter of his palace—yet here he stood, his attack rendered useless, and his pride smoldering like dying embers. For a being who had ruled for centuries, it was a humiliation unlike any other.“Don’t just hide behind your long-range attacks!” Arya shouted, pointing toward the figure hovering in the sky. “If you truly have the courage, come down here and face me—one on one!”The towering silhouette of the demon king—over two meters tall in his humanoid form—remained suspended in the air, his crimson eyes darting between the two figures who dared to challenge him. Above him floated the wielder of black fire, calm and unflinching. Below, on solid ground, stood the young warrior who had just shrugged off one of his deadliest assaults.Suwandara’s gaze hardened. He couldn’t fight the man i

The Great PreyKing Suwandara froze in disbelief when a chilling voice echoed from behind him. But he was no ordinary demon—he was one of the most powerful among the spirit beasts, and a surprise attack like that was hardly enough to unsettle him for long.King Wirabhumi’s Black Shadow Blade sliced through the air, but the strike met only empty space. A split second before impact, Suwandara’s massive form vanished, leaving nothing but a wisp of burning smoke behind.“Damn it!” Wirabhumi cursed under his breath. He had poured an immense surge of power into that strike—enough to obliterate or at least severely wound the Nine-Tailed Fire Wolf King—yet his attack had hit nothing.“Hahahaha! Foolish human!” Suwandara’s voice boomed across the mountaintop, mocking. “Did you forget whose realm this is? You may vanish, but I command this land! Even your tricks won’t help you here!”A low growl escaped Wirabhumi’s throat. He needed to rethink his approach. This wasn’t the first time he’d fough

Rengga’s gaze lingered on Guntur Bumi’s face, unable to tear his eyes away. The resemblance between the young man and Ratnasari was uncanny—almost ninety percent alike, as though the heavens themselves had sculpted them from the same soul. For a long while, the thirty-two-year-old warrior stood frozen, caught between awe and disbelief, until Arya’s calm but firm voice broke through his daze.“Will you let us stand here all day, Rengga?” Arya teased lightly, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips.“Oh—my apologies,” Rengga replied, shaking his head with a faint laugh. “I’ve simply never seen opposite-gender twins who look so identical. If they were both men or both women, I could understand—but this…” He trailed off, still shaking his head in wonder.“Well, now you have. Step aside—Guntur Bumi has waited long enough to meet his sister,” Arya said, gently nudging him away from the doorway.Inside the chamber, Ratnasari and the wise Ki Mangkubumi turned toward the sound of fam

King Wirabhumi stepped back, having seized two swords his assailants had used against him. With those blades in his hands and the fluid speed of a born warrior, he cut through the dark cultists one after another with a merciless, clinical precision. Each stroke sang with the inevitability of death; each parry opened a new throat for the steel.Not a single assault thrown at the Erlangga sovereign so far had missed its mark, yet the onslaught kept coming in relentless waves from every direction. Had he a choice, King Wirabhumi would have preferred duels with a single, highly skilled opponent—clean contests where strength and art could be measured. The scattershot strikes of the cultists mattered little to him in outcome, but they drained energy nonetheless; attrition on many fronts can wear down even the most formidable champion.Arya, Rengga, and Indrajaya—having already cut down some three hundred cultists at the city gate—rejoined King Wirabhumi. Their arrival altered the balance in