The Fire DemonJust a fraction of a moment before the sacred sword Indrajaya could slice through Brojonoto’s neck, the man known across the lands as The Flying Horse Warrior was flung backward with tremendous force, crashing into the ground a dozen paces away.Indrajaya staggered, disbelief flashing across his face. He had not infused his body with internal energy for protection — a fatal mistake, though not entirely his fault. With Brojonoto lying unconscious mere moments earlier, Indrajaya had seen no need for vigilance. Who would expect a fallen warrior to rise again?“Damn it! What just happened? What force could have thrown me back like that?” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes locked on Brojonoto — whose body was now wreathed once more in blazing fire.“No... impossible.”Indrajaya rubbed his eyes, refusing to believe what he saw. The man who had been on the verge of death was now standing tall, flames burning violently around him. His wounds — both internal and external — ha

The Cunning of Sastra WijayaThe twin assault launched from two opposing fronts threw the black sect disciples of the Hellblade Sect into complete disarray. None of them could decide where to turn or whom to assist, for no further orders had yet been issued by either Sastra Wijaya or the sect masters leading their respective groups.When the bombardment from the skies finally ceased and the enemy’s ground assault surged forward with terrifying intensity, Banyu Bajra acted without waiting for Sastra Wijaya’s command. He barked orders to nearly seven thousand warriors—those under the command of two of the black sect’s subleaders—to hold the front lines and prevent the attackers from breaching the sect’s gates. Once the defensive line was formed, he sprinted toward the main hall to report directly to Sastra Wijaya.Outside the private chamber of the Hellblade Sect’s grandmaster, Banyu Bajra ignored the long-standing prohibition that forbade anyone from entering without explicit permissio

The night was suffocatingly dark, its silence fractured only by the distant roar of burning forests. Smoke veiled the moonlight, dimming the heavens in a pall of crimson haze. Within that chaos, Banyu Bajra strained his eyes, trying to discern the face of the young warrior that Sastra Wijaya had spoken of—the one whose name alone had unsettled even the elders of the dark sects. Unable to see clearly from the ground, Banyu Bajra leapt onto a watchtower, his robes billowing as he landed upon the trembling wooden planks. From above, the battlefield spread out before him like a vision of the underworld—embers floating in the smoky air, corpses strewn across the blackened earth, and amidst it all... a storm of death in human form. That storm was Arya. He moved like a tempest unleashed, both hands gripping twin blades wrested from the corpses of his fallen foes. Those weapons had once belonged to the disciples of the dark sect, but in his hands they became instruments of righteous slau

The thunderous explosion shook the very foundations of the sect, rattling the walls of the chamber where Sastra Wijaya and his grandson stood. Dust drifted down from the ceiling, and the air quivered with the weight of the shockwave.Sastra Wijaya’s brows furrowed deeply. “Banyu Bajra… could he be facing a powerful enemy as well?” he muttered, half to himself.“I’ll go see what’s happening, Grandfather,” Wisnu said, stepping forward.“Wait,” Sastra Wijaya raised his hand, halting him. “What’s the situation outside? Have our forces breached the main gate yet?”Wisnu hesitated, glancing toward the shaking walls. “The battle is still raging at the entrance, Grandfather. But it won’t be long before they break through.”Sastra Wijaya exhaled heavily, shaking his head with disbelief and frustration. The sect he had built over a century ago—his legacy, his pride—had turned into a battlefield soaked in blood and fire. The explosion, he realized, must have already leveled several of their sacr

The clash of steel and fire had finally begun to subside when Rengga turned his sharp eyes toward his soldiers. They were already pushing their enemies back, gaining ground after his arrival from the fierce battle where he had slain Sukraya. Amidst the smoke and the smell of blood, another figure approached—wounded yet still standing tall.The sight of Indrajaya made Rengga’s heart steady. His coming could only mean one thing: Brojonoto was no more.“How are you holding up, Elder?” Rengga asked, his voice calm but filled with concern. His gaze swept over Indrajaya’s body—his robes tattered, his breathing uneven.“I’ll survive,” Indrajaya replied curtly. “Injuries like these are nothing new to me.”“And Brojonoto?” Rengga pressed. “Did you manage to finish him?”Indrajaya’s jaw tightened. “He should have died by my hand… but that infernal Fire Demon took control of his body and overpowered me. If not for my master’s sudden arrival, I would not be standing here.”Rengga frowned. “Your m