Inside the cave, the magma man-like figure was still floating there, then a thin cloud of bluish smoke appeared near the dying Dharmapati.
"Bathari," a magma human-like figure bowed to the figure that emerged from a thin cloud of smoke.
And that figure was none other than Rangda herself. she smiled as She looked at the dying Dharmapati.
"He did well," said the magma creature.
"Good," said Rangda. She moved her hand in such a way towards Dharmapati. "I almost ran out of bloody grapes."
"I understand, Bathari."
Swoosh!
Thousands of fine bluish threads came out of Rangda's palms, shot, and stuck all over Dharmapati's body.
The dying prince was about to scream out of great pain, but he couldn't because he was too weak to even moan.
Crash!
Then the prince's body broke into small pieces, the pieces melted, and the melts evaporated with a dark red color, then clotted at one point.
