After assigning the Five Demon Generals to their respective regions, Sukracarya made his way to the private chamber of Sastra Wijaya, the Grand Master of the Hellblade Sect—a place where the air itself seemed to hum with the residue of forbidden energy.Without sound or warning, the faint shimmer of black light rippled across the room. Sukracarya appeared as if woven from the very fabric of the void, his dark robes fluttering despite the still air. His sudden arrival startled Pandu Dewanata, who sat across from Sastra Wijaya. The warrior known once as The Mad Bamboo nearly leapt from his seat, his heart pounding before he forced himself back into calm.“I bring good news, Sastra,” Sukracarya declared, his tone composed yet filled with an unsettling undertone of triumph.Sastra Wijaya’s eyes lit up at the words. If Sukracarya—the personal envoy of Prince Kalasekti, heir to the Demon Realm—called something “good news,” it could only mean that fortune had smiled upon the Hellblade Sect.

“Hahahaha! Run as far as you like, pitiful human! There is no escape for you!” Bulaksana’s laughter shook the skies, a voice heavy with mockery and malice.King Wirabhumi, however, did not respond. His focus was unwavering. He soared through the vast open air, his robes whipping behind him like banners of shadow and gold. Only when he judged that he was far enough from the Hell Sword Sect’s domain did he slow, preparing himself for the battle to come.Bulaksana followed effortlessly, gliding beside him as if borne by invisible wings. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “Even if you flee to the very core of the infernal abyss, I will still hunt you down!”As those words echoed through the heavens, the Shadow Blade strapped across King Wirabhumi’s back began to tremble violently. A strange hum filled the air, deep and resonant—then, before the king could even grasp its hilt, the sword tore itself free, levitating upright before him, the hilt pointing toward the heavens.Thick, swirli

Not long after, the two of them saw King Wirabhumi walking toward where they had been waiting. His expression was solemn, his aura carrying the weight of one who had just faced something beyond ordinary comprehension."We should return at once. There’s no need to continue further. I am certain they already know of our arrival," said King Wirabhumi in a firm tone.Prime Minister Arya and Indrajaya exchanged a glance, their brows rising in unison."Because of that battle just now, Your Majesty?" asked Indrajaya cautiously."Indeed. I’ll tell you everything later. For now, we must leave this place," replied King Wirabhumi. His eyes swept the surrounding terrain before he moved, and the three of them disappeared into the forest shadows like streaks of wind.---Within the dark and oppressive complex of the Hellblade Sect, Wisnu and Songgogeni walked briskly toward the private chamber of Sastra Wijaya. Both were the leading spies and intelligence masters of the largest dark sect within the

The two men turned instantly toward the source of the cry. From the dark fabric of the forest a thousand warriors rose as one—boots crushing leaves, metal singing free of scabbards. Weapons were drawn in a flurry of motion; their formation, hurried and ragged, betrayed how suddenly the assault had been announced and how little they had expected to be the target of such an abrupt onslaught.This was not the plan they had imagined. Their intention had been to spring the surprise—yet the enemy’s dark agents had beaten them to the blow and exposed their positions before their own lines could properly form.Seeing the disorder among their troops, Indrajaya and Rengga took the initiative, stepping forward to blunt the tide of the shadow-clad host. Between them they flung out crackling currents of energy—sharp, stinging waves that bit into the advancing fighters. Each release erupted like a small thunderbolt; the forest answered with explosions, and the cries of men meeting death rose to clo

Sukraya froze for a brief moment, his breath catching as a figure cloaked in blazing gold light surged toward him like a falling star. The glow of the weapon that figure held—a staff emanating a brilliant golden aura—burned through the smoky darkness around them. Without hesitation, Sukraya’s twin spears appeared in his grasp, spinning once before he anchored his stance, every muscle tightening in preparation for the oncoming clash.Rengga’s ascent through the air was mesmerizing—swift, graceful, yet filled with deadly intent. He rose even higher than the branch on which Sukraya stood, and then, with the fury of a descending thunderbolt, he brought his golden staff down in a wide arc aimed straight at Sukraya’s head.In an instant, Sukraya crossed his twin spears above him, forming a gleaming “X” to intercept the downward strike. He believed the combined strength of his twin spirit-forged weapons—augmented by his internal energy—would be more than enough to withstand the attack.He wa