ORION
The Woman Who Leaves Her Grave
News a woman called less sane, living in a house alone. The house no longer looked like a house, but a prison for her. Every now and then the people who lived near the house wondered what had really happened.
Not a few people understand that the residents of the house have risen again. Including the high-class thugs who target the blood of every NED Warrior that there is a possibility that there is rare blood.
The Arutala Group is trying to suppress this news as best it can. Gista who is busy taking care of something, Mahanta will take over this burdensome task.
After hearing the incident from Fani, Mahanta rushed to the house. He was wearing clothes with a cloak attached. There is also a small flag bet on the arm to indicate that he is part of the government.
“Mr Mahanta. You came here just to take care of this?”
Everyone panicked as Gista's subordinates descended directly. Especially her annoyed face, showing that her mood was in turmoil.
“News has spread. We have to do something, so that people no longer talk about this.”
“Ah, Sir! The woman without an identity only got up about 1 hour ago. He's not like he used to be, he's not sane!” One of them reveals the condition.
“Ya, okay. I quite understand. Do not let there are people crowding near this house!” Mahanta gave them orders.
Soon the members were busy driving out the nearby residents. At least they're lucky enough that the reporters haven't got here yet. Because it would be terrible if once smelled by them, it could be the same everything will be revealed to the public.
“Seriously, everyone is always curious. Though curiosity can kill them in an instant.”
Mahanta grumbled as he entered the house with the door wide open. Showing the contents of the house with a messy stuff. Clothes were everywhere too.
But there are only clothes belonging to men. None of the clothes belonged to women. It's really confusing. Mahanta at first glance thought that this was not the woman's house.
The walls and floors were filled with dust. Footprints with soil around the floor leading to a room. Mahanta followed the trail of the land and he met someone.
He is believed to be an NED fighter. His resurrection time was about 1 hour ago. The woman with a piece of clothing that was dirty from the ground, long hair was unraveling in a mess.
Taps, tap!
Mahanta slowly approached. Seeing the woman who was sitting curled up while hugging a photo that is still in her frame. Little was he surprised when he saw the woman's expression, impressed with hatred but on the other hand there is a regret that is so deep.
A face that is hard to say. Difficult interpreted.
“Nona, can you hear me? I'm talking to you now.”
Mahanta tried to get him to talk but there was no response at all. The woman was silent with a trembling body, curled up and still hugging a photo of someone.
“Nona?”
“Master, beware!” yelled at one of the members who entered the house.
Sooooo!!!
Just being talked about, after the member shouted loudly at him, something came from behind. It was jet black and creeping up to the ceiling like an insect.
The woman who said nothing before. Now he looked at Mahanta with sharp eyes.
Then he said in a voice that echoed throughout the room, “Don't bother me!”
Duk! Suddenly the air around Mahanta was thinning. Highlighting the eyes that managed to stare at him, for a moment Mahanta felt something was hurting him.
“Master!”
“He said, his strength is mental control! But what is this? I actually feel more than that.”
Mentally eroded, consciousness slowly disappeared as well as his gaze blurred over time. The strong vibration all over his body made Mahanta unable to move even to move a single finger.
Suddenly, many members who flock to come and enter approaching Mahanta. But whatever they were trying to do was useless.
Mahanta's mind somehow drifted to where. It looked like he was being controlled by a woman who was still staring at him sharply.
“Do something to make him retreat. And don't look him in the eye or the figure in the back!”
“If can not be held. We'd better kill it!”
Taps! Mahanta patted the shoulders of his members who spoke like that.
“This is just control beyond the limits of his ability. Enough, finish your empty talk now!” pekik Mahanta's.
All of its members were surprised. Mahanta regained consciousness, and soon he grabbed the woman's shoulder.
Without seeing the look of his sharply nosediving eyes. Mahanta will do something to the woman.
“Master, what will you do?”
“Already, do not be noisy,” he said coldly.
The wind is centered on a single point. The expanse hit light they are all no exception with Mahanta. It is now using the power of energy overwhelmed by the wind.
A swoshh!!
A push that doesn't last long enough. A wind seeped into the woman's body. Initially looking at him sharply turned even calmer. Slowly, his consciousness was gone.
Bluk! Mahanta caught her and tried to examine the state of the woman carefully.
“Her heart is beating as before.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“So I told you. He is beyond the limits of a force that can be controlled. Therefore, everything created from his memory that is still caged makes it real,” explained Mahanta.
“Is it some kind of illusion type?”
“No. That's different. The type of illusion you are saying is different from your shadow all along. Because that type of illusion can manipulate and receive memories and then control it so that it has more impact than this.”
“That means ..”
“More or less like Miss Fani said. Controlling opponents, more precisely emotions that are up and down,” said Mahanta.
Although everyone had heard it but there was one important point that they did not understand. It left him speechless and full of question marks on their heads.
Before long Fani went inside feeling doubtful. He was a little faceless but still stepped, approaching Mahanta.
“So, my estimate is a bit off?” chirps Fani.
Mahanta nodded his head then replied, “Ya. I am in a less stable emotional state. I'm easily affected.”
“I think it's the same.”
“No, it's very different. Mental it affects the state of mind, sometimes there are people who are burdened because of an event and make him act impulsively. If we talk about emotions, of course it comes from the heart.”
“Oh, then what are you worried about now?” ask Fani.
“Orion, he is still unconscious,” replied Mahanta.
“I understand.”
“Then, why do you think it's mental?” Mahanta asked.
“Because there was one of my members who went crazy when he looked at him,” replied Fani.
“Ah, that must be because this woman looks creepy. Then quickly help me bring it.”