Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
25. Niskala's Fall

Both of their eyes were wary, constantly wary of the actions that a human being named Candra was about to take. The human aura looked different, even to the point of making the Cenderawasih elder wary. For years they had not heard the news, appearing suddenly to bring disaster. He is feared because it can change the element of Prana, there is no control and compassion that holds back the morals of humanity.

Burn everything he touches.

"I thought you were going to be here, Master Mustari," exclaimed Candra wide open both feet. "From the beginning your wrinkled face hasn't changed."

"But we're not alone in enjoying this excitement, are we?" periodically his two hands burned, turning blue then launched into the sky.

The fireballs hit each other up there, exploding and disintegrating in various directions. The fast-moving blaze destroyed anything beneath it, not looking at parents, children, and toddlers. Spreading rapidly to all directions without exception, scorching houses and animate beings. Tremors spread everywhere, sobs and helplessness poured out to fill the gloom of the city.

Indrayana heroes who saw the sign, quickly changed personality when with the hero Niskala. Those who initially shared a joking fizzy drink, suddenly without a doubt killed each other. Wira assigned in the corners of the village also carried out the action, forcibly withdrawing civilians and did not hesitate to end their lives when fighting. Chaos seeped in seconds in Niskala after the blaze was unleashed.

"Why did you choose to show up at a time like this?" said King Reswara who had ordered his dukes to serve in several cities to take care of their safety before entering the stadium. That man's hunch never misses.

"During all this time is your man still that tight, Reswara?" scorn Candra with a cynical smile. "Didn't you feel the immense power that rose up a few days ago?"

Reswara was silenced, unable to refute that he felt nothing at all at that time. At first he thought that what was meant was Raka's Prana, but it seemed different. While the Elders Mustari and Ardiyasa did not make a sound, they knew very well who the man was. Putting forward the safety of Suluh is the main thing, he still has a lot to gain knowledge out there. The future they leave to the boy in the prophecy.

"No wonder you're still as weak as you used to be" Candra's right hand caught fire again, the tails of the flames sparking a splash in the air. "Which weak man has no place here!"

That incredible speed almost hit Reswara if he was not pulled by Elder Mustari. Candra did not hit anything but a mattress that caused a huge explosion. Even thanks to the attack, the land split open in the direction of the wind. Each crack cast an uncontrollably wild burst of fire, transforming into a pillar that blocked their glare.

Because blindness would be around that, Elder Ardiyasa stuck both hands on the ground, trying to sense and predict what Candra would do. Eyes closed trying to concentrate suddenly wide, looked up in front and then shouted. "Review in front!"

Fireballs at high speed pierced through the walls, passing right at them. However, King Reswara deftly fended off all the hot projectiles with both hands, applying the Mandraguna Level Prana element. As a result of the energy used to dispel it, the fireballs were blown away and destroyed disappearing. Sweeping the area from the red whiz as well as showing Candra standing there.

"Oh, you're already at that level apparently," said the white-haired man as he walked lightly forward. "Does the old man still refuse to educate up to the Natural Level?"

Reswara did not respond, letting Candra continue the sentence, "Of course, the naive thoughts still exist today, don't you think so, Master Mustari?"

"That's why I decided to wander from Cenderawasih" chirped Candra again about to attack. "You will get nothing if you continue to be in their care!"

He darted quickly towards Reswara, the brown-haired man who had turned white was happy to welcome his attack. They fought fiercely against each other, occasionally fending off blows for the sake of blows issued. Each thing destroys something around it due to the raw strength of the Prana which is too destructive, gradually tearing down the building.

"Feel this!" just before the burning hand touched Reswara, Elder Ardiyasa suddenly appeared before Candra and managed to resist the attack with his left hand. "You really make me sick!"

The great tremor could be felt by Suluh and Savian who rushed to save themselves. All around them are angry about humans who try to survive, thinking about nothing but themselves. The sobbing little children were left on one corner of the sidewalk, those who tried hard to get out of the crush of collapsed buildings, and the kunarpa lying scattered burned out all over his body, coloring the horror of Asarania's condition.

At first glance, Suluh was worried about the state of Mr. Arnadi's house, saying goodbye to the Savians who were now doing what they had to do. With the situation gripping them to look at each other, their two neutrals are connected, as if communicating telepathically. With a nod of the head, they understand each other while shaking hands with friends all their lives.

"Until we meet again, Suluh." exclaimed Savian steadily.

"But you, Savian." The black-haired boy replied then passed, both heading to his family.

Suluh ran as fast as she could, finding a heart-wrenching sight. He was groggy, sweat seeping profusely all over his body. He just wishes the family that raised him and loved him well, nothing more. Turbulence in the city indirectly increases the action of anarchism, they do not hesitate to plunder and squeeze people with high social status. This was no longer like the familiar Asarania.

The intersection in front of which almost reached the Sekar residence, was seen jammed by automobile vehicles that collided with each other, burned, and even abandoned the driver. No matter how expensive their favorite thing is, humans will leave it behind when their lives are almost lost. The reed froze as he watched the two parents weeping over the little boy in his lap, his head covered in blood that had gone unconscious.

The torso of the Red Flower deflated, unable to regulate breath that was panting filled with a bitter taste in the heart. It hurts to see them suffer like that. However, he must leave immediately, ensuring the safety of those he loves. In a hurry he broke through the intersection full of ill-fated life, occasionally stumbling trying to re-launch the rhythm of footsteps.

Arriving there, Suluh breathed a sigh of relief because Sekar's house looked intact no broken things a little. But the fence was open and the guard was lost inside his post. Suluh's premonition was unsettling, without a second thought he ran as fast as lightning went inside. The big door was gaping wide, increasingly worrying about children who were already in the guest room. The house seemed empty uninhabited, even the servants were invisible to the trunk of his nose.

"Mr Arnadi, Rahayu's mother!" shouts of Reed echoed in the corner of the room. "Shirt, Sabrina! Are you guys here?"

The more the boy went inside, he realized that there were some broken objects splattered. It's so weird, there must be something going on. The torch was truly a thorn this time, there was not the slightest hint backing it up. His head ached with worry, he even helplessly chose to sit on the floor and lean next to the sofa. His thoughts were mixed not only because of this invasion, but also the hero figure.

He was exactly like someone in the nightmares of the tormentors who was none other than Mukhalis. The prophecy, the vision, they are all real and come to the surface. However, the torah should not be crushed by fear. He moved on, gathering the courage to step back out. Fast as he could to get home. Checking on the condition of his parents.

Smoke filled the place a few hours ago crowded with visitors, cheers filled every corner with enthusiasm. Now, only a lump of rubble was flattened to the ground. Only misfortune remains. Seen among the destruction stood Elders Mustari and Ardiyasa, as well as King Reswara whose appearance was in an unkempt mess. However, he must not let his guard down in the slightest, they knew that Candra would not be easily defeated.

"Mahaha ...." The laughing voice sounded loudly from within the ruins. "You guys get me excited."

Shortly after, the ground suddenly shook, rumbling as if it was about to spit out something. That's right, in a split second, an unusually creepy explosion popped out from below, melting the objects upwards. A human figure leaped from there, landing right before them with a faint smile.

"Alright if that's what you want. I'll be serious this time."

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