Death Games
The skull scream

“Qatil? What are you doing here? Where's the fall?”

“By their arrest Your Majesty,” reply to Mosia. “However I came to bring you important news!” his figure looked completely panicked.

“What's up?” The zenolea approached him.

“Say Mr Thertera, enemy assistance may already be in front of the Forbidden Area!”

This changed the expressions of two of his listeners.

“Cih!” Mosia screeched while circulating her gaze.

“How could Thertera know? He's not an elftraz (healer) right? Even the detection of the ability of the plant will have no effect in any Forbidden Area.”

“Forget about his abilities. If he tells us, it means he's pretty good at this. How now? We must quickly resurrect Cerberus before the enemy's assistance reaches,” softly while expressing his carelessness towards Zenolea.

After both thinking hard for tens of seconds, the look in the male's eyes was diverted towards an unexpected figure.

“Master?” Qatil was confused to see it.

“Qatil. You have been fighting hard all this time. Therefore now is the end of your journey with us.”

“A-what is the meaning of and—”

Non-polytic. No more words to continue. Because in one swing of the Zenolea hand, the head of the Qatil in the mouth area is split in two. Showing the structure of his tongue and lower teeth to be a bloody spectacle in front of Mosia and the culprit.

“Goodbye, Qatil,” he said as farewell greetings. Along with the collapse of the victim's body on the altar. Draining the thick blood to bathe the carving of the mantra that was there.

“Honey, even though he is very useful because he has killed one of the officials,” and accompanied by a soft laugh in the mouth of Mosia.

“Good then. At least now he's more useful after death.”

“Basic callous.”

The zenolea he spoke of so simply smilingly responded to him. And slowly, the puddle of mantras above the altar began to be fulfilled by blood.

The conditions within the Temple gradually changed as well. The flames on one of the walls became more and more mad and tried to spread to the other.

“It's time?” lirih Mosiah.

Suddenly, a strange vibration emerged from the stone table. Fusing the bodies of four people from the dracula nation into a deep red liquid like blood.

Mosia and Zenolea stepped back. Surprised of course, while being alert. Moreover, such a sighting was enough to make my feathers stand looking at it.

And the skull tied to the cross between the corpse fluid moved suddenly. Surprised them to the extent that his eyes were wide.

“Is this really the process?”

“Not wrong anymore! This is the process! Mr. Dantalion can't possibly lie to us!” sure Mosia while putting a thin grin on her lips.

Finally, even a loud screech lit up everyone's ears. Coming from a skull that screams without cue.

Mosia and Zenolea both screamed from the pain they felt. Even blood also flowed from their sense of hearing. That was the effect the skull had on them.

Like a trumpet vomit. Even the screams did not just tremble the ground in the forbidden area. But it also affects the entire mainland Guide.

The Kings in each nation, spontaneously looked in shock towards the same point. No matter if it is limited to the forest, wall or distance in the eye, but the source of their vision remains the same.

The Nagagini Temple, within the Forbidden Region, was a location that invited the glances of their eyes but could not reach his sight.

“This sensation,” Hexar murmur with his sour face.

“Your Majesty!” pekik shocked Otama.

And Mr. Criber, is trying hard to do all he can to free his King. However, he was convinced that the meaning of the prophecy of the god Apollo according to the empusa was not true.

It was impossible for the disciples of Hadesia to be the source of the world's calamity. It must have been just the wits of the empusa Elders, because those people were so vengeful towards the surviving disciples as well as wanting to overthrow Trempusa from the throne.

They are very rude in their plans.

“You want me to abdicate? After what happened?” Hydragel Kers speaks at the great meeting of the Hydra.

“Yes! Because after all you are one of the disciples of Hadesia!” tell me about one of the elders.

But instead of shaking from the pressure before his eyes, the King of the serpent nation actually supported his face with the back of his hand so relaxed.

“Good. In that case, I will relinquish my position as King.”

“Kers!” Revtel and one of the Elders who had always supported them were staring in disbelief.

“But instead, whoever sits on the throne please take care of the next tragedy. Because the vibration must have come from Cerberus who has risen to the world.” Instantly, the faces of the people inside the meeting room turned tense. “Revtel, since you are the Deputy King, please bring my crown in the room. In any case, I will raise the next King, for our nobles and Elders to smile happily.”

And it managed to make several pairs of wide-eyed in disbelief. If the figure who became their leader would be that easy to release his power.

“Why are you silent Revtel? Quickly take his crown. We don't have much time, because if Cerberus comes to our nation, you and I can sleep peacefully in prison without having to bother fighting against the monster of legend.”

Like a bolt of lightning in each listener's voice. His statement, managed to silence everything. Panic and anxiety scattered on each face, painting a variety of expressions for the audience to read.

“Y-Your Highness.”

“What?” Kers smiled towards the interrupting figure.

“A-what do you mean you will sleep in jail?”

“Lho? Whatisthis? You don't lose your memory, do you? It wasn't you yourself who said we should go to jail. Because after all, we are students from Hadesia.”

“I-it!” the nobleman who had just spoken also glanced frantically at his surroundings. It was clear to him, if the Elders as well as the other nobles were bowed in a strange taste in the chest. Between regret, gratitude and fear, mix in it.

“Colah. I'm ready to abdicate and be detained as you say. Where is the happy smile and applause? Do not forget after that be prepared on the battlefield against the monsters of legend. Because Cerberus, it must come to every nation. What's more they don't just have one head to eat everything.”

“Yang Mulia. Are you sure you would? You are a king and this is our nation. You can't just let go of your responsibility. After all, there is no one greater than Mr. Revtel in our nation.”

The statement of one of the reot-headed elders like a pineapple according to Kers, managed to disturb the anger of Revtel who heard it. He still has not gone to take the crown unless he remains in his position with his face.

“Job.” People are also gasping. “Are you guys messing with me?”

“Revtel?” Kers responded with a happy expression.

“T-master, k-why do you say like that?” one of the elderly nobles spoke in a frightened tone.

“So you urged us to abdicate and go to jail. Now you want me to fight Cerberus, right? Do you think I like to hear that kind of nonsense?”

“Revtel, calm yourself,” Elders who always support him and also Kers try to calm himself.

“Forget them, Revtel. No need to waste energy to deal with it. Let's go to jail, I heard the protector there is so strong that it can not be penetrated by the Kings,” the figure of the wine-eater was standing from his chair.

“Y-Your Majesty, please wait a minute!”

“Aparticularly?” Hydragel Kers tilted his face, accompanied by a wide sweet smile on his lips.

“Please think again to abdicate, Your Majesty. However, no one is more shrewd than you and Mr. Revtel in dealing with the problems of our nation,” intercepted the Elder of the Septor nobility.

And the figure that held them back, only sighed softly as the answer.