Dvesas
Vertex vs Ankush (1)

His witness swiftly pulled Gayatri backwards as dust almost hit her face. Waving his hands his sax let them pause for a moment until the flying dust slowly reduced.

Gayatri noticed the room, she immediately headed inside. The group walked quickly behind Gayatri. 

His witness saw shelves of books, parchments, maps and ancient writings. In his heart Sakaseenya praised his wife's intelligence. 

The essence of Dwipajaya is not the throne of the king or the hall of greatness, but science. This must be a library belonging to the king's family, the secrets about Dwipajaya are here including the secrets of the red giant.

His witness felt guilty for accusing Gayatri of being a non-vile. 

"Uncle ..!" call Gayatri.

His witness followed to the room where Gayatri was. A man seemed to be closing his eyes, with the position of supporting the earth.

"Uncle, Uncle ...," isak Gayatri shook the stiffened body.

His witness pulled Gayatri into his arms. Gayatri's body trembled. His saxes stroked his hair and back.

"This is my Uncle, Mpu Wiyasa. The king's confidant. Descendants of Mpu Wiyasa in the past have sworn to be on the king's side for saving his paddock during the expansion of the region" Gayatri said.

"The scholars in Dwipajaya abstained from brandishing weapons. They fought the invaders with knowledge" Gayatri said.

Gayatri looked at Mpu Wiyasa's face. His knowledge of the science of canoegan was limited. But history says only the Mahadeva can support the earth. If any of his followers do so, they have forsaken all mortality.

Until death, Mpu Wiyasa remained devoted to the honor of Dwipajaya. Gayatri again swore that Bansheer would never escape his grasp.

"This place has another passageway leading to the main hall of the kingdom. Find Bansheer, there's something I have to make sure of here" Gayatri told Saktenya.

"How about you," she replied worriedly.

Gayatri stretched out her hand touching her Saxon cheek.

"Don't worry. I know this place better than anyone, have I not been practicing the sword all this time" said Gayatri softly.

His Saxon feeling warmed up. 

Gayatri clasped Saksenya's hand and placed it over her head. 

"I promise this time I won't go again" whispered Gayatri.

"Now go. To the west of the palace there is a road to the port. Wait for me near the catapult tree outside the palace walls" Gayatri said.

His witness rushed after the others, figuring out Bansheer's whereabouts. For a long time, that jerk wanted to get beat up by him.

He stared at the architecture of the room. The place where his wife spent her childhood. The ceiling of the building in Nusantara is much lower than in Hindustan. They have something called a door. If the people of Suballa translate the door as something closed, either using cloth or paper that is important closed while in Dwipajaya, closed interpreted without gap. That's why Gayatri asked to make the door and the handle.

For some reason, Saksenya felt that the king's palace was deserted. He did not find a lady-in-waiting or a palace attendant.

"The beloved granddaughter also arrived. Apparently you're the one who infiltrated," hardened Ankush while pushing one of Suballa's wounded soldiers.

Meanwhile, another Suballa soldier approached to help the wounded soldier. His witness whispered something to the soldier and they immediately got out of the place.

His saxony showed off his cynical smile. 

"Was Bansheer that coward, sending his errand boy?" he sneered.

Ankush paid no heed to Saxony's taunts. Today his Saxony is the husband of Gayatri, the daughter of the King Bansheer had killed. 

"The witness is King Suballa, you should enjoy your honeymoon and have children in Suballa. But today you appear here, so accept your death with grace" Ankush grinned.

"Listen to Ankush, it is foolishness that will lead you to hell. Even in hell, God will add the sins of Bansheer as your sin debt. You and Bansheer must be roasted in the eighteenth level of hell. Before baking, you must accept your punishment," his Saxon voice boomed. 

"Sringg..," the sound of iron clashing. His saxe took out the sheath from his sword. His Saxon and Ankush fights were inevitable. 

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