SATRIO.
CH 179

Slowly, Pandji felt his gaze become darker and the body that was initially very sick from forcing open the two gates of nature, now felt lighter and lost weight. Pandji could feel nothing. His body was helpless against the end of life.

Pandji is still trying hard to pioneer consciousness, reaching for his faded memories and also opening up a deep flow of energy in his unharmed physical remains. However, all in vain. The body of the seventeen-year-old was too weak, let alone to open up a deep flow of energy, to breathe alone was already no way. Where Pandji's life reserves have been exhausted.

How did Pandji get home?

If indeed the fate of death picks him up now, Pandji only hopes to present his mother's loving face in his memory before death. Again, Pandji failed! His last request was also not granted. Pandjis remain drifting without memory and without consciousness.

Finally there is no more effort done Pandji other than surrender to God. Maybe he was destined to die at seven. So, as the pitch darkness began to greet in darkness, Pandji began to receive it airily. There is no rejection or feeling of wanting to avoid again. Raga Pandji is completely numb and ready to sleep forever.

His memories of life were erased permanently. There is only the emptiness of the soul that is ready to return to the Creator, the true owner of himself.

Pandji smiled in peace. At least he has tried to be a good and proud child for parents throughout his life.

There is no regret even though Pandji did not have time to leave a will or expression of affection to his loved ones, people who still have to be protected. Ah, they will definitely understand one day, understand about the difficult situation that Pandji is facing, understand that Pandji is really helpless against the divine destiny that is happening.

Pandji who was on the verge of life did not realize that there was one reddish yellow light darting across his body. Mastering his body that is ready to fall into the vortex of the time portal, another magic portal that can throw anyone to seven worlds with different dimensions.

This is an heirloom that the witch race has guarded from ever since this thing was created. Never used because it is strictly forbidden beyond anything. This heirloom is said to be able to change one's destiny, namely by running from one destiny, to another destiny. This heirloom is the only relic of the pendo'a, the holy witch who only devoted herself to the One.

Pandji was not fully aware as a faint ringing in his mind the voice of the woman was speaking.

The pain that had disappeared had again tortured him violently. Pandji wanted to thrash and complain as hard as he could, for a lifetime he had never felt the pain that almost killed him as now.

Am I not dead? Why do I feel this pain again?

Pandji complained in his heart, his eyes still so heavy to open even though he felt air blowing from his nose.

The ears of Pandji who had been deaf again heard the sounds of nature. There was water flowing not far from where he lay helpless. There was the sound of birds chirping and the sound of leaves blowing in the wind, there was cold air greeting the exposed part of his skin and there was the sound of two people conversing.

To move one finger, Pandji took five minutes to concentrate the energy on his palm. There is no result either. His body still could not be moved at all.

Until the next ten minutes, Pandji could only breathe regularly and was instead very sleepy. That's because there is a sweet liquid such as honey put forcibly by someone into his mouth.

With the help of inner energy, the person also forces Pandji's body to respond to the sweet potion already in his stomach. Helps Pandji immediately absorb the properties of the liquid.

"Thank you for your help, Welah! I'll take him now!" The voice of the man speaking politely sounded faintly in Pandji's ears.

"Thank you for the visit, Den is great! Say hello to Satrio Pamungkas, thank you for saving Mpu Sapta!" Pandji heard a woman named Welas answer kindly.

Pandji did not have time to complain let alone see who was talking, who helped him from the swirl of the time gate? Who saved his life? Who has relieved all the pain? Who gave the 99 mustika witches that were strung into necklaces and now hang around her neck?

Pandji only felt his body floating back in the arms of someone whose aura was never foreign during his life. Pandji guessed, he was now on top of a fast-moving dragon splitting the open air.

Unfortunately, Pandji could not enjoy the journey home to his home in Pakualaman, his eyes were reluctant to open and his consciousness again lost in the cradle of the mountain breeze that descended from the top of Merapi. Pandji sleeps soundly in the arms of the owner of the spell.

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...**Hai Allover all,...

...This is the end story of Pandji's journey as Satrio Pamungkas in session 1. But, I cannot promise to continue Pandji's adventures in seven worlds on session 2 for some reason**....

...Thank you for following the story of Pandji and his harem candidates to this extent hehehe......

...Greetings dear - Al...