Sorry, there was a mistake with the name Bima which should be Arga.************* As the two Golden-Horned Demon duplicates lunged at him with ravenous fury, Arga Sena’s mind snapped to the demon fruit tucked away in his pouch—a small, gnarled thing that pulsed with forbidden power. It was his last resort, and he did not hesitate. With trembling fingers, he pulled it out and bit down, the acrid, bitter pulp flooding his mouth as its magic surged through his veins. Agony seared through every fiber of his being as the fruit forced his wounds to heal at a brutal, unnatural speed—skin knitting back together, bones mending with a sound like cracking stone. Through the haze of pain, Arga’s hand shot out to grasp his Blood Sword, and he swung it in a desperate arc to block the first demon’s crashing blow. Trang! The impact sent Arga to one knee, his muscles screaming as he struggled to hold his ground against the demon’s overwhelming strength. Before he could push himself up, the second

After the Golden-Horned Demon fell to Arga’s sword, the mist slowly lifted — and Arga froze to see Arimbi sitting by the road leading to the bridge.“Arimbi?” he called.The girl, who had been hiding her face, looked up. She saw Arga standing before her, covered in wounds.“Arga…”He smiled, then collapsed at her feet. The girl, who had doubted if it was truly him, rushed to his side at once.Now she was certain. When Arimbi touched his skin, she felt a burning heat. Add to that the countless cuts across his body that made him groan in agony.“He must have faced a formidable foe…” Arimbi thought.She remembered the demon fruit Arga had brought as provisions.Quickly, she searched for it — and found one left.“Arga, eat this. It will heal you fast…” she said.Arga bit into the fruit she held out. He chewed a few times, then swallowed. Arimbi let him finish every last bite.As soon as he did, every muscle in his body tensed.Veins bulged on his forehead. Arga roared, fighting off a pain

Every step taken by Barata — the half-demon of the Netherworld — sent tongues of flame licking up the wooden bridge beneath his feet. The ancient planks crackled and blackened, smoke curling into the abyssal air as if the very earth itself recoiled from his presence.Arimbi, her eyes sharp with urgency, sprang into action before disaster could strike. With the grace of a falcon in flight, she launched herself toward Barata, her form cutting through the smoke like a silver streak.Barata’s gaze snapped toward her, his eyes glowing with the fiery hue of hellfire. His right hand thrust forward, and from his palm erupted a roiling wave of crimson energy — so hot it distorted the air around it as it surged toward the young woman.Reacting in the blink of an eye, Arimbi summoned her spiritual weapon: a pair of shimmering silver wings that unfurled from her back like a celestial shield.BLARR!A deafening explosion shattered the silence. Arimbi cried out as the force of the impact sent her h

Arga and Arimbi stepped across the threshold into a sprawling courtyard, where shadows clung to every corner like living things. Not a single sound disturbed the air—not the rustle of leaves, not the chirp of an insect—casting the place in an eerie silence that sent shivers down their spines.Arga turned to glance over his shoulder, expecting to see Dara following close behind.But the woman was gone.She can vanish and reappear at will… a true phantom, Arga thought, his jaw tightening as he scanned the empty courtyard once more.Arimbi swayed beside him, her strength fading with each passing moment. A dark, bruised hue was spreading across her cheeks, and before she could collapse, Arga swept her into his arms and hurried toward the entrance of the lodging house.“Welcome…” A voice drifted from behind the door, soft as silk yet sharp as glass.Arga froze. There stood Dara, already waiting for them, her posture as graceful as a swan.“The warrior’s chamber is room three—we have prepar

Dara stood waiting as a towering figure emerged from the shadows — none other than King Baka himself, ruler of the infernal realms.“Welcome, my King,” she purred, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.But the skull-like contours of her face made that smile feel like a mockery, and King Baka’s jaw tightened with revulsion.“Who are you? Are you the one they call the Skull Maiden?” His eyes pierced through her, sharp as obsidian daggers.“Indeed, Your Majesty. I am the Skull Maiden’s wraith — hikhikhikhik! So I am famous, then…”“Release them! Free my people from that loathsome curse! You’ve enslaved every last one of them! What right have you to trespass in my Clan’s territory!?” King Baka roared, his voice shaking the very air around them.“How thrilling… To defy a King makes my heart race so fast… hikhikhikhik!”“Cursed creature! Speak now!” he thundered.“Before you, another came with good intentions — and he defeated the King who ruled before you. Are you ready to face him,