Unbeknownst to the patrolling soldiers, Pramudya Antaguna whose appearance had become slightly different, immediately shot towards the south with only two or three times flapping the large wings on his back.
Rangda smiled looking at Pramudya who had flown away, the next second, she turned into a cloud of thin bluish smoke, then the smoke moved quickly to the north.
Pramudya flew higher, among the clouds, and in an instant, he had reached the southern region. His wings spread wide and then bent, and it made him dive sharply towards a building that was his soldier's post.
Flap!
The large wings expanded and vibrated violently to keep his body still, as his feet hit the ground, the wings on his back quickly turned into a cloak.
The soldiers who noticed the heavy flapping sound of wings earlier rushed out, moreover, they knew that the figure dressed in all black was their king.
