SATRIO.
SP 169S

Pandji and Mika advanced towards the black-colored door with a hole as small as an eye. Mika felt the surface of the door made of black wood. Very hard special wood taken from the black forest.

"The door is sealed with a magic formation, Mas!" Mika whispered softly, her hand rubbing the complicated symbols that were in the circle.

Pandji also observed a circle as big as the palm of a small child regretted a little while talking to Mika. "I shouldn't have killed the demon sword demon too soon! He's the head of this prison, surely he can read this fucking symbol."

Immediately Damar Jati manifested behind Pandji. "Let me see the seal, Mas Pandji!"

Mika immediately retreated to give place to Damar Jati, as well as Pandji.

"I just wanted to ask you, Damar! You must be no stranger to situations like this" Pandji said.

"I know what Mas Pandji was thinking without asking." Damar Jati relaxed.

"But I don't like you knowing what I'm thinking, Damar! Especially about ...," Pandji's grumble does not accept.

"If I understand that, it's our secret as fellow men." Damar Jati smiled witfully.

Mika snorted with a red face hearing the useless chatter of the two men who were in front of her. But Pandji and Damar just glanced uncaringly.

Damar Jati stood in front of the door, touching the symbol that became the seal of the room with both hands and concentrating fully. After muttering through the darkness-protecting magic, Damar smashed the door in one hit.

Black wood chips scattered in front of the three of them, Damar removed the small pieces that were still in the air with one flick. His desire to quickly see the condition of Mpu Sapta made Damar very impatient.

Pandji grinned at Damar because he was given a way first to enter the room that had imprisoned Mpu Sapta for so long.

"Please, Mas!" Damar's voice sounded restrained by his feelings.

The dark room was welcoming, not too narrow but filled with a mystical aura. Pandji knew of some of his sword aura there, inside a room inhabited by the figure of a person in dull black clothes.

One pale face emerged from the darkness, standing up and looking at Pandji with sharp narrowed eyes. Then one amazed voice greeted Pandji with joy. "Satrio!"

Pandji turned left, right to back looking for a name called by Mpu Sapta, maybe what the old man meant was his son-in-law, Damar Jati.

"Damar, is that the knight title you had back when you were in the demon world?" pandji asked in thought for not finding his immortal spirit manifested in the room where he stood.

"Don't joke, Mas Pandji! Other than the tempest knight, I have no other title in the demon palace!" damar Jati replied with a stifled laugh.

However, the old man came to Pandji in a hurry and hugged the young man who had a face with a runyam expression.

"It turns out the prophecy was true!" mpu Sapta whispered still in a state of amazement.

"Pregnancy?" pandji asked increasingly clueless.

Mpu Sapta stretched out a hug and then held onto Pandji's shoulders, "Yes, you are the child in the prophecy. You're the last knight to have a pulley (magical herald) to hold seven magic heirlooms."

"I?" pandji asked skeptically while pointing at his own chest.

"I'm Mpu Sapta, I recognize your aura, Good one! I know you through the whispers (whispers) of seventeen years ago, Satrio Pamungkas!"

Pandji scratched his head and shook his head lightly, "My full name is Raden Pandji Satria Abisatya, commonly called Pandji."

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