ARMY, DEAD (EPS. 3)
22. Two Pillars
"Go south, your time won't be long."
After saying that, the hero immediately left without permission, his shadow immediately disappeared behind the lush forest and darkness.
The fear behind the darkness for now is not ignored, he is more afraid of losing his wife and friends who he believes are not okay now, he said, but it turns out that at this time all he has to worry about is his own existence.
"South? Where should the cave go?"
Dimas looked around his current shelter and finally found the same darkness on each side without finding the southern direction he was looking for. Dimas went back into the little shack that belonged to the hero who had left him alone. Hunger still forces him to eat greedily without caring about what he eats, for him the most important thing is that his tongue can still distinguish between savory and salty taste.
The dark room will bear witness to the immortality of the covenant at the height of the ritual of the night, all plans arranged so thoroughly that some walks must be bathed in blood, the blood of the worthless pebbles who have been recruited is a lie, the cradle of life in a heaven-like world becomes a powerful weapon to deceive reason and logic until they submit without thinking that everything they will do is in vain, but when he realized that some of them had fallen into the valley of misery. There's no turning back unless they make their own way.
Not only is the hood ready to protect itself from the cold and blood-sucking night animals, but the main reason is that for now and beyond, it will hide covering the truth.
Behind the thicket that has always been a favorite spot to lurk for hunters or predators, he still observes the number of members of the cult, he said, slowly but surely the number always decreased but a few moments later when the night returned before their number grew, vigilantly protecting what they should not defend.
The predator was still silent, having killed two people before then went to confirm something, at this time he still did not make any movement especially when their number was increasing in the place he was intending, he said, however, he will still have the possibility of losing if he has to face them all directly. He does not yet know about their powers or abilities, although he may assume that they are only weak people, according to the conclusions of those he has killed before.
Danu smiled, then slowly grinned. He had come up with an idea to destroy their plan.
Slowly Danu got up and stepped towards them, they were all shocked to see someone coming out of the darkness leisurely and calmly walking over, some of them preparing vigilantly.
"Relax, I give up, I won't kill you all" he said with confidence.
"At least for the moment" he continued inwardly.
Seeing the approaching figure of Danu, some of them were confused by what they should do, that was because they did not know that the figure in front of them was the one who was ordered to be killed by their chairman. They are all really new members who do not know anything, not even one of them involved in the case of Danu's stabbing before.
"Catch her!"
Unexpectedly, Arda had stood at the main doorway and ordered his followers to arrest Danu, without a fight he was willingly tied up and taken by them to one of the rooms still in the same building.
Once inside the room, the followers left Arda with Danu.
Danu smiled cynically underestimating Arda, but he did not reply, for a moment preferring to be silent.
"Not wrong? The cave is more brain-intensive than the person*****like loe who can only handle muscle."
Danu laughed even to the point of echoing through the room that locked them both.
"We'll see who's gonna die."
Without responding to Danu's words, Arda immediately left the place. But just a few steps Arda left the room, he suddenly stopped sculpting, the cold glistening iron that touched the skin of his neck made his whole body stiff.
"Loe look, right? Death so decet very loe, if you move a little, the cave certainly this floor will be full of rotten blood loe."
Danu grinned, the rope that held him firmly so easily he let go.
Danu led Arda to the place where the ritual was performed, this time Arda had no other choice, the arrogance had now been stepped on so that it did not give the slightest resistance.
In two different places, using the same equipment, two women who were prisoners were still trying to get out of the room that locked them up, fear of helpless friends makes them not choose to give up resigned, the door of the room that locked Anita can finally open, but she did not come out immediately, he said, he noticed the condition of the hallway of the room from the dark end, his eyes faintly catching the figure of two people walking away from the direction from which he looked, two people wearing different robes.
Not wanting to linger and waste time, Dimas will soon continue the journey back, he did not care about some injuries on the legs that make it difficult to walk. Dimas searched around the room of the hut he was sitting in, intending to find something that he might be able to carry and useful when continuing the journey, but he finds nothing but the fact that the hero who saved him and told him to immediately seek help is someone he knows.
"This?"
Dimas found and observed the object he had seen several times before, he found it after ruffling the hut that was not too large.
"So really, she... But it's impossible."
Dimas still couldn't believe what he found, but it was the fact that the man was helping him. Dimas packed sober because there was nothing necessary and could help him on the way except that fact alone could be a motivation for him to immediately seek help even without clarity of way.
Arriving at the room is quite large, there are some people in black robes standing waiting for the last person who just came with Danu that they did not expect. One by one they removed the headscarves that covered the horror behind them, slowly pale faces like corpses began to look, they lined up
They were lined up, with a flat expression, cold as if no blood was flowing through his body, no oxygen was filling his lungs, and there was no meaning in all his blank gazes, they were lined up in a circle, they were not, circling someone who is lying in the middle of the circle they make, namely the altar of worship.