
Faint orange tinge on the west side is seen adorning the dark sky of darkness. The atmosphere here makes almost no difference every time. It's just that if the moon's night would be visible in this sky. But not with the sun. We all know that hunters are afraid of the sun. Not all of them are able to survive the radiance of the sun.
This country has always been protected by an atmosphere of black fog. Not just a fog, but the fog is a shield to hide this island from the eyes of the unwanted.
That afternoon the palace grounds were flooded by thousands of people who were protesting. Prosecuting and forcing the King to sacrifice Larasati tonight. A red full moon awaited once every thousand years. It's time. The suffering and misfortune they experienced would soon be over. The news of Larasati's existence in the Palace, like a breeze of fresh wind that blows in every clan. Give hope for a new and better life.
I don't know who started the provocation to bring the masses to the front of the Palace. But who he is, must have a great influence in the eyes of the people.
Hunters are not a nation that likes to make small talk. So, when they heard the news that the sacrificial offering was already in the Palace. They all move there. Want to see for yourself what a special human being is. I want to know how the golden blood smells. The curiosity and impatience to return at the moment of success blew up their chests.
They were screaming in front of the palace. Chatting this and that about their desires. One of the most courageous speakers. To convey the aspirations of the people to the king. Their desire to see how the human being was sacrificed.
Holy blood that will make them eternal life for anyone who drinks it. Of course the highest clans are allowed to do that.
The people can only see and harbored their desire to just taste. But the return of the goddess Amora was what they wanted most. If the Goddess returns to guard this country. They will live in success as before. There will be no shortage of food and hunger. No need to slaughter each other just so as not to starve to death, drinking the blood of fellow clans .
Halt the law of the jungle. Who is strong, he wins.
But some of them also want holy blood for personal gain. No matter the other people. Lust and greed can eat away at anyone, including the hunter clan.
Those who are stricken by centuries of poverty and misfortune. Feeling tired of the situation. Want a better, more powerful, stronger, and eternal life.
The gatekeepers. The Secret clan vampire looked calm without a fight. They let the cheers go. Listen and observe the situation. But, if anyone dared to cross the line, the Secret Clan would not hesitate to destroy anyone. They are notoriously cruel but also loyal.
Line up neatly and firmly in front of the gate. With armor of iron and weapons of various shapes tightly grasped in their hands. Eye color is moss green. Very harmonious with their pale faces. But make no mistake, you're already angry. You'll run straight away. Their faces will turn a hundred times more sinister than you can imagine.
Deep inside the palace. King Charles stared at the orange tinge visible behind the window. His position was now between two ravines. If he saved and let Larasati go, his son would be happy. But all the people will suffer. Thousands of human lives will not be helped. And vice versa.
King Charles wasn't sure Larasati could survive this. He must have died of blood loss. But that's the only way. The only antidote for all problems that arise.
“Thomas. Go out and I'll meet them.” The King suddenly said.
Thomas, who had been standing on standby after reporting what had happened outside the palace, was a little aghast.
Thomas has arrived at the palace. Highlight his green eyes staring at all the people who are still boisterous. “please shut up!” his yell. His voice broke the crowd. Make everyone quiet. After the atmosphere calmed down again Thomas continued speaking.
“Baginda King will meet you. So please take care of your conversation in front of Raja.”. Still in a loud voice to make everyone heard.
The cheers of the people echoed in the courtyard no less boisterous than before,. But with a different atmosphere, if they were almost angry now they are happy.
Before long the sound of a long trumpet was heard. Reporting the arrival of the King in the palace courtyard. Everyone is silent. Then kneel in honor of the King.
King Charles put on his cold face. His blue eyes rattled down every corner filled with crowds of people. They come from different clans. But he knew, there were some clans that weren't there. It was obvious, they wanted to revolt and overthrow his power.
The hunter clan that was gathering was the lowest clan, it could be said to be the people of the hunter-gatherers. They hiddup for the court's mercy and protection. So they will always obey whoever becomes king. And can improve their lives.
“WAHAI. THE HUNTERS OF THE INHABITANTS OF DARKNESS. TODAY I WILL DELIVER ONE IMPORTANT NEWS.” Silence, they waited for news with hearts pounding.
”TH NIGHT, WHEN THE RED FULLNESS HAPPENED, I INVITE YOU ALL TO COME TO THE OFFERING HILL. WITNESSED AND WELCOMED THE ARRIVAL OF THIS PROTECTIVE GODDESS NEGRI WHO DWELLS IN THE BODY OF A CHOSEN HUMAN. HIS SACRIFICE WILL BRING PROSPERITY AND SUCCESS TO OUR NATION.”
Pause, long breath.” However, there is one condition that must be met by all of you, including me.” Her voice softened.
“What is King?” ask one of them.
“Nobody shall touch the man, or drink his blood. Let him do what he's supposed to do. You guys got it?” staring intently at the thousands of pairs of eyes that were staring strangely at him.
Shouldn't the strongest clan drink its blood in order to become immortal and stay in power? Why the king was forbidden to do so.
They finally nodded at the same time. Approving the King's orders. For the return of the hunter-gatherer nation.
But among them, there was one hunter who wore a black robe to cover his head. Smiling cynically. Then leave the crowd.