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Chapter 17 - The Devil's Grips

They also see a troop of horsemen charging towards them, being led by General Kagendra from the fort. At that moment, fear grips all the soldiers from the Galuguh kingdom.

 

"Lieutenant! Tell your troops to retreat. We will only be wasting lives by staying here!"

 

Just as that one commander is turning away leading his horse to flee, his head suddenly flies in the air after a small wind blade from Abimana beheads him.

 

With one sword in the right hand, and his royal dagger in the left hand, Abimana beheads the enemy soldiers by himself. He kills almost every soul, only letting a few to leave so they can spread the terror he has created.

 

He ends the battle even before his horsemen arrive to help him. At least, those horsemen are lucky enough to get a chance to witness the great Abimana in action.

 

Those horsemen let out their winning roar, but Abimana is far from being happy. The roar slowly dies down as Abimana approaches Rangkabhumi, who is still holding Chakradwipa banner in his left hand.

 

"If only we came a bit earlier!" He mutters full of regret.

 

With Abimana's presence in this border area, the second wave of troops from the Galuguh Kingdom decides to retreat.

 

The horror that has been shown by the strongest General from Chakradwipa soon spreads to all corners of the land of Jawadwipa.

 

So far, Chakradwipa has never made a fuss with any kingdom. However, soon after Rangkabhumi's death reaches Prabu Jayantaka, he declares war with the Galuguh Kingdom.

 

At least, the turmoil does not last too long. In just one week, Chakradwipa destroys three forts on the western border of Galuguh. But they simply abandon these fortresses after obliterating them, as if they did all that just to leave a message.

 

Meanwhile, in the sacred cemetery of Talang Asri, several people are gathering after having just finished burying their heroes. It is the burial of Rangkabhumi along with his five captains.

 

"Rangkabhumi is a hero of this village. He died to protect us from the invaders. If you have any problems, don't hesitate to come to us!" The village chief consults the family Rangkabhumi left behind.

 

Arkadevi simply gives a lifeless nod, without saying anything. No one can tell whether she is sad or not. Her face looks so numb, not showing any emotion.

 

Instead of being sad, she looks disappointed. How could she not be? She has been left by her husband for a long time. And now Rangkabhumi returns home only to be gone forever.

 

After every one leaves, Arkadevi then comes to Adanu Raksa. She gently strokes his head and says something to him, like giving a wise word of advice. 

 

"Remember my words, Adanu Raksa. Don't let your desires blind you, no matter how noble the dreams you have. Especially when your dreams are related to someone else's life."

 

"Yes, mom!" the boy replies.

 

Unlike Arkadevi, the young Adanu Raksa has so much pride with his father's heroic death. He has heard all the great stories the other villagers told him, which makes his admiration for Rangkabhumi even greater.

 

As they get home, Adanu Raksa rushes to a place where he left his cows. On the other hand, Arkadevi simply goes straight to her house.

 

"Get back soon, Adanu Raksa! It's going to be dark soon!"

 

"Yes, Mom!"

 

However, once Arkadevi enters the house, she is startled by the sight of a man sitting in the living room. It's none other than Bramasti himself, the one man who has been waiting for this chance his entire life.

 

Arkadewi knows the man's intention and immediately scolds him with a threat. "Get out of my house! Otherwise, I'll call the villagers and tell them that you are a thief!"

 

Bramasti gets up, and nonchalantly walks to the front door. But instead of leaving the house, he locks the door and then turns to Arkadevi by showing a face filled with lust.

 

"No one is going to come! Not even your husband!"

 

Without thinking long, Arkadewi flees to the kitchen intending to get out by taking the back door.

 

Smirking devilishly, Bramasti takes out his mystical Kris and stabs it on the wooden floor. In that instant, some kind of throbbing pieces of flesh emerge from that point, along with several flesh tendrils crawling so fast toward the kitchen.

 

"You are not going anywhere!"

 

In the backyard, Adanu Raksa is putting his cows back into their byre. Suddenly, Arkadevi comes out of the house through the back door and surprises him. He finds the mother's face looking so pale. Hence, the kid comes to her with so much concern.

 

"What's wrong, mom? What makes you so scared?" Adanu Raksa asks naively.

 

Without saying a word, Arkadevi grabs Adanu Raksa's left hand and takes him away from the house. However, as they are about to reach the wooden fence, the ground suddenly shakes so hard.

 

"Kyaaa!!!"

 

"Mom! What's happening? The ground! It's cracking!"

 

"Adanu Raksa! Come here, quickly! Hold onto the fence!"

 

But the earthquake becomes even more violent. They both fall to the ground, and are unable to get back up again.

 

As they are screaming in terror, several flesh tendrils crawl across the ground and hold Adanu Raksa's feet before pulling him back into the house.

 

"Mom! Help me!"

 

"No! Adanu Raksa!!!"

 

Arkadevi crawls on the shaking ground and holds the son's hand. They both look so terrified, facing a terror they've never imagined so far.

 

"Mom! I'm scared!"

 

"It's okay, honey! I won't leave you!"

 

She rushes to the ensnaring flesh tendrils and then bites them to free her son. Her lips are bleeding. It is unclear whether it's her injured mouth, or it is the blood from the tendrils she has bitten.

 

She keeps biting them one by one until she snaps them all off. However, before they get the chance to flee, more flesh tendrils come out of the kitchen.

 

"Kyaaa!!!"

 

"Somebody! Help us!"

 

They grab Arkadevi and Adanu Raksa's feet and pull them both into the house. Screaming is the only thing they can do. But their screams can't match the roar of nature which is still shaking violently.