All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 411
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The Prohibition of Leaving the Domain
“My heartfelt thanks, good sir,” Aji spoke, his voice carrying the quiet gravitas of a noble Duke. As he uttered the words, his gaze shifted gracefully to his side, where Ratih now stood—her form poised and serene, a steadfast companion through every trial they had faced.With the fluid agility of one born to the saddle, the handsome Duke vaulted onto his steed’s powerful back and urged the creature forward, its hooves striking the earth with rhythmic purpose as they carved a swift path through the sprawling forest. Rangga and Bargowo had already spurred their own horses ahead, their faces lifted with relief—for the shadow of conflict that had hung over them was now vanquished, and they believed no further peril would bar their way.“By fortune’s grace, I watched over the fray from the highest branches of the ancient oaks,” the hunchbacked elder murmured once Aji and his companions had vanished into the forest’s deepening shadows. “He sensed my presence from the very first clash of st
The Hunchbacked Elder
Please accept my apologies—this chapter was meant to come before The Prohibition of Leaving the Domain.**********“There remain no other courses of action for us at present. Should you possess any stratagem to bring him low, speak it forthwith!” declared the other voice, its tone sharp with urgency.“Have you all already resolved to meet your deaths?” Aji scoffed, the obsidian blade of his Shadow Sword glinting as he leveled its point at the four figures arrayed before him. “Do not presume that I shall suffer any of you to draw breath a moment longer!” he thundered, each syllable carrying the weight of unyielding resolve.“Damn our fortune! We have chosen the wrong adversary entirely!” one of them gasped, stumbling backward as the air around them crackled with latent power.“It is not that we have chosen ill,” countered a second, their voice steady despite the tremor in their stance, “but rather that our sacred charge commands us to guard the depths of this ancient woodland, and to p
Turmoil in the Great Hall
Aji stood frozen in stunned disbelief, his mind racing to reconcile the stark contrast between the present moment and the warm welcome they had received only hours before. The previous night, the guards of Sarirejo had greeted them with open arms—offering shelter, warm food, and a safe place to rest their weary bodies after days of traveling the dusty roads. Yet now, as the morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard, those same soldiers surrounded them with drawn swords, their faces set in grim lines that brooked no argument.“But on what grounds are we forbidden to leave your lands, sir?” Aji asked, his voice steady despite the knot of unease tightening in his chest. “What wrong have we done to earn such treatment? We entered with your permission, and have abided by every rule of your domain since our arrival.”“You violated the established curfew when you crossed into the lands of Sarirejo,” one of the soldiers declared, his tone flat and unyielding. He stood at the front of
The Feral Heart
“And now, what is it that you desire, Duke?” Aji’s lips curved into a grin as sharp as shards of obsidian, revealing the feral, unforgiving edge that lay beneath his usually composed demeanor. “You may freely lavish your touch and base desires upon any woman your whims command—but never upon mine. I care not how many innocent souls you have trodden beneath your boots, how many lives you have stained with the filth of your transgressions. This very day, I have beheld with mine own eyes the proof that warrants nothing less than your final reckoning: death itself.” With each word, his grip tightened around the Duke’s throat, constricting the airways until the nobleman’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps.The assembled warriors in the grand hall stood frozen as statues carved from stone, not daring to shift so much as a finger. Their leader’s life hung by a thread thinner than spider silk, leaving them adrift in a sea of confusion and fear. To make matters worse, Bargowo stood at the
The Threat
The warriors recoiled as if struck by lightning, their eyes wide with a terror that crept like cold mist through their veins. For the handsome man before them—his gaze as sharp as obsidian shards—seemed to peer straight into the deepest recesses of their souls, laying bare every thought, every doubt, every flicker of deceit that lurked within. The weight of his scrutiny pressed down upon them like a mountain, and their fear swelled until it threatened to consume them whole.“Very well,” Aji said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade through silk. “I shall not carry word of your transgressions to His Majesty the King. But you must swear, upon your honor and the lives of your kin, that you will never again walk the path of darkness you have trod thus far. Should I hear even a single whisper that any warrior of Sarirejo has repeated such atrocities, retribution will fall upon every last one of you—a punishment so severe it will echo through the ages of your domain.
A SLIGHT SHIFT IN PLAN
The great hall of Cakrabuana Palace stood bathed in the warm glow of alabaster torches, their flames dancing against walls carved with scenes of ancient heroism and divine blessing. When word reached the throne that two travelers had arrived bearing tidings from the troubled borderlands, King Wanajaya rose from his private chambers with palpable surprise—for he had not expected any messengers so soon, not with the campaign against the rebellion still underway in the eastern marches. With robes of deep sapphire silk flowing behind him like a river of midnight, the sovereign made haste through the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing against polished marble floors as he moved toward the audience chamber.At the sound of his approach, Rangga and Bargowo bowed low, their backs straight as spears despite the weariness that clung to their travel-stained garments. Their hands rested over their hearts in the ancient gesture of fealty to the Crown.“We offer our deepest respects, Your Majes
THE ROYAL TRIAL
Not only did the guards stand frozen in stunned silence—Rangga and Bargowo themselves could scarcely believe what they had just witnessed. Never in their years of service to the realm had they known a sovereign to reverse course so swiftly, to shift from stern judgment to cautious clemency in the space of mere heartbeats. The king’s sudden change of mind hung in the air like a rare jewel catching the light, unexpected yet undeniable. Rangga cast a quick glance toward Bargowo, his eyes holding a quiet understanding. Perhaps it had been the raw passion in his companion’s voice—the unyielding conviction of a man who believed he had acted with justice—that had touched the heart of Cakrabuana’s ruler. For all his authority and adherence to law, King Wanajaya was still human, and could not remain entirely unmoved by such fierce loyalty. “At the very least,” Rangga said to Bargowo, raising his eyebrows with a hint of dry humor despite the gravity of their sit
Cornered
King Wanajaya furrowed his brow, the intricate golden filigree of his crown catching the soft glow of sunbeams streaming through the high stained-glass windows of the throne hall. Before he could give voice to the thoughts churning in his mind, the massive oak doors at the hall’s entrance swung open with a resounding creak, revealing Bargowo striding forward alongside Rangga. Their boots echoed against the polished marble floors, each step carrying the weight of purpose.The grim set of Bargowo’s jaw and the shadow of disappointment clouding his broad features drew a look of genuine perplexity from Duke Hanggareksa. The nobleman leaned forward slightly in his seat, his rich velvet robes shifting with the movement—surely something of great import had befallen the towering warrior to leave him looking so crestfallen.“Speak now, and tell me truly,” King Wanajaya commanded, his voice carrying with the quiet authority of one born to rule. “Who was it that truly turned the tide and quelled
Awe
King Wanajaya lifted the weathered letter high above his head, holding it out for all in the throne hall to see. The wax seal—its intricate design of intertwined serpents and a golden sun gleaming under the hall’s crystal chandeliers—cast a stark shadow across the marble floor as the assembled lords, soldiers, and counselors leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the damning parchment that had unraveled a web of treachery.But before the sovereign of the Cakrabuana Kingdom could speak a word of judgment, the great oak doors swung open once more with a force that sent echoes rippling through the hall. Every gaze in the room shifted as one, drawn to the figures crossing the threshold: Bargowo, his broad shoulders squared with purpose, walking beside a young man and woman whose bearing spoke of quiet strength despite their humble attire.“Forgive this interruption, Your Majesty,” Duke Hanggareksa said, bowing deeply as he gestured toward the newcomers. “This is Aji, and the maiden beside hi
The Great Boon
Awe held sway over every soul present, their eyes fixed upon Aji with a mixture of wonder and reverence. Not a single person had witnessed his movement—not the blur of his form as he surged forward, nor the precise arc of the blade that had struck true. It was as if the air itself had bent to his will, carrying him to his target and guiding his hand with supernatural grace.For Aji had calculated every infinitesimal detail before making his move. The angle of his approach, the exact force required to sever Wikrama’s right arm at the shoulder, the split-second timing needed to avoid harming Dananjaya—all had been mapped out in his mind with the precision of a master strategist. A fraction more strength, a hair’s breadth off course, and the prince’s shoulder would have been torn from his body alongside the traitor’s limb.King Wanajaya stood frozen for a long moment, his regal composure shattered by the sight before him. The young man he had once dismissed as no more than a common trave