"You are a pest." Those words fell from Satria’s lips like a verdict from the universe. No high pitch, no explosive anger. Only absolute emptiness far more terrifying than the roar of thousands of zombies. Satria released his grip on Andy’s neck. The thin, deformed body crashed onto the wet grass. Andy coughed violently, scooping as much oxygen as possible into his burning lungs. The mad smile and mocking laugh that adorned his face a second ago now evaporated completely. As his watery eyes looked straight into Satria’s dark golden eyes, reality hit Andy’s sanity. He had awakened the darkest side of the War God. "Sat... Satria..." Andy crawled backward, dragging his body over the ground, trying to get away. Pure panic made his voice shake violently. "I... I just wanted to teach you a lesson... Don't, Sat... we..." Satria stepped forwar

That morning, the sun rose shining on CitraLand, but its warmth failed to chase away the chill creeping in after that hellish night. The atmosphere of the luxury housing complex was now no different from a military camp under martial law. The remnants of the Anarchy King army, now wearing black armbands as a sign of loyalty to General Alexander, patrolled with iron discipline. They slung AK-47s across their chests, walking down the paved streets with fierce faces and eyes sweeping every corner. No traces of last night's euphoria remained. Drunkenness had been replaced by paranoid vigilance. On the perimeter walls, Bima and Rizal’s team stood guard with full focus. Machine gun muzzles pointed outward, monitoring zombie movements in the distance. This division of labor created a clear line: Rizal’s team guarded against threats from outside, while Alexander’s troops ensured there were no more 'thorns in the flesh' inside.

"Huh... why are you all in my room? Why the tense face, Honey? Aren't we having a celebration party downstairs?" The innocent question slipping from Cindy’s lips hung in the air of a room stifling with sweat and tension. But to Satria, that voice sounded like a choir of angels descending with absolution. There was no look of terror. No hysterical screaming rejecting his presence. The system within Satria’s mental vision blinked gently; the blood-red warning faded, replaced by a soothing blue as the pure, warm current of Yin energy flowed once again through their soul bond. Satria let out a long breath he had been holding in his chest. The sturdy legs of the War God finally gave way. He collapsed onto the edge of the bed and immediately pulled Cindy into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Satria? Hey... what’s wrong?" Cindy stroked Satria’s back in con

The sea wind of the Madura Strait blew hard, carrying away the thick smoke from the ferry funnel which was now only visible as a black dot on the horizon. Satria still stood at the end of the dock. On his lips, the taste of Indri’s farewell kiss still lingered, and in his ears, the girl's last whisper continued to echo, disturbing his peace. A hand, soft but firm, slipped into Satria’s grip. Satria turned and found Cindy standing beside him. His Primary Queen stared at the horizon with a calm expression that was hard to read. "You and Indri... have a 'story' I don't know about, right?" Cindy asked quietly, her voice floating over the roar of the waves. Satria swallowed. He would never lie to Cindy. "Yes," he answered honestly, his voice heavy. "Forgive me, Cindy. I should have told you from the start. That night..." Cindy placed her index finger on Satria’s lips

The hallway on the second floor of the main house usually radiated calm, but this morning, the air felt as thick as concrete. Satria, the War God who never flinched facing thousands of undead or cruel tyrants, now paced back and forth in front of the bedroom door restlessly. His heavy bare footsteps hit the wooden parquet floor, creating a monotonous rhythm reflecting the chaos inside his head. At the end of the hall, Alexander stood leaning casually against the wall. The Warlord was peeling a green apple with his small dagger, watching his boss's behavior with one eyebrow raised. "Stop pacing like a circus tiger who forgot feeding time, Satria," Alexander chided with his signature cynical tone. He bit a slice of apple and chewed it slowly. "You're going to break the wooden floor." Satria stopped, staring at Alexander sharply. "My two most important women are suddenly sick and vomiting at the same time. My instinct says