SHAVETUH MANTU
Clashed
The sound of branches on feet. Their eyes are alert. Not just eyes but ears.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya group continues to walk, wading the climbing path in its dimension in the middle of the hot atmosphere. There were about fifty soldiers, ten of whom were his favorite cethis who brought the angel's personal belongings.
In the middle of the entourage, Pandu has been reluctant to talk since his step out of his wife's terracotta palace. Well, inevitably he had to admit Dewi Laya Bajramaya was his wife even though his heart sometimes sneered at his decision.
Pandu believes his anxiety is just a moment where he is not yet adept at romance. On earth you will see, Dewi Laya Bajramaya must be cute like her mother first. Huh!
But it's not about that, Pandu has bigger problems than that. How to hide Dewi Laya Bajramaya in front of everyone who is looking for her. How should he explain the other much larger and cruel energies milling around him. The heat is stinging, not pleasant.
His hair stood up repeatedly. Breathing's tight. He had already rarely felt such a huge clash of energies.
Pandu body with sweat. His whole body was goosebumps and subconsciously, his knees bent, he swore, would kiss his mother's feet when his life and feet again stepped on the earth.
There will be a time when everything will open up!
The words were ringing in his head, it was a message before his father died.
What's something, Yanda?
Something about your mother. My mother chose him because he was special. Your mother will live longer than me, Nanang even you. Your mother will take care of you! Don't worry about him, but don't worry about him.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya kneels after shooting dead a sharp-finged rabbit demon that will attack Pandu.
“The back is okay?” Dewi Laya Bajramaya formed a magical circle when Pandu did not answer him.
While Nanang was blindly finishing the taper-beaked birds with his trident spear that issued fire. Without Genta, the ghost chose to accompany Laras and Ki Pawiro because Pandu could no longer befriend him. Because he felt more alive in the shadow, feeling no longer empty when his friendship with the dimensional occupants broke the grudge against his murder which was none other than his own brother!
Dewi Laya Bajramaya rubbed her back to give her as much power as possible before the transfer of chakra and the privilege of Pandu to her.
“Attacks will continue to happen, Pandu. They hunt you down by attacking us until your energy runs out. You can die!” Dewi Laya Bajramaya sees her soldiers still attacking dark entities on the right-left side of the line.
”Articles!” Nanang dexterously stuck his dagger into the body of a rabbit demon that was about to grind his life from behind.
“Execute the ritual, Wi! Pandu must not faint now.” cried Nanang. Soon he rolled with a curse as an arrow shot towards him. His body hit a tree.
My boyok!
Dewi Laya Bajramaya reached out her shawl, pulled Nanang's leg and dragged her towards the magical circle.
“My book will live a long time, you will be the same as it is.” Pandu said.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled as she pulled her shawl from Nanang's feet. Only those two lives he needed to save all the way to the open point of the dimensional portal that was spread across the eight points of the mountain's windshield.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya is definitely not possible to perform the chakra diversion ritual and Pandu privilege now, still halfway to the door that will change his life. Instead of arriving, they would instead be immersed in that dimension forever.
“We do it later upon arrival at the dimensional gate. Now that is impossible, I must protect you and my entourage all the way to the border.”
The monkey sounds. That was the sound of a monkey. Then came the screams of pain and the petrification of the frightened horse. Dewi Laya Bajramaya's entourage scattered towards him, some can enter into his magical circle, some choose to fight for Dewi Laya Bajramaya.
Clashes ensue, energy attacks hit the magical circle.
Goddess Laya Bajramaya grimaced in pain as if dark energy was attacking her body. “For your sake, Pandu. For the Gods.”
Dewi Laya Bajramaya coughed, blood spurting from her mouth. But he was undaunted while the big, horned, and grinning dedemit seemed to eat delicious dishes.
For a moment Pandu carefully observes the creation of God who various forms. However, the more he noticed, he was more convinced to choose Dewi Laya Bajramaya as his captor than them.
Pandu searches for his keril bag in the middle of the shock. After getting it, he hurriedly took the golden lotus flower pistil in his pouch while wiping the lips of Goddess Laya Bajramaya with her shawl.
“Already!” pandu Mahendra.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya opened her eyes. His eyes were shining, glazed.
“I will not sacrifice myself completely, Pandu. Calm. At least until this magical circle disappears. Then get ready, run as fast as you can following me.”
“In the dark?”
Dewi Laya Bajramaya closed her eyes. While Pandu gurgas put the pistil of the golden lotus flower into his mouth.
A smile from Goddess Laya Bajramaya. “Be sure the end of the keris is forward, Nanang. If at any time someone approaches you are ready to fight!” He told me without looking.
“You must take care of yourself, your promise is more than Pandu!”
Nanang injured the tip of his fingers with the keris while sticking the keris to the ground.
“It will protect your entourage, release them, Wi!” shouted Nanang.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya's entourage left her magical circle by jumping after their supplies died.
The burden carried by Dewi Laya Bajramaya reduced to make the pace of the magical circle run faster.
Arriving at the inter-dimensional gate with a dark atmosphere. And a legitimate voice said calling the name Pandu and Nanang, Dewi Laya Bajramaya opened her eyes.
“I'm ready, Pandu.”
Heart-stimulating Pandu then.
“What should I do?” ask Pandu while helping him move from the precepts.
“Come.”
Nanang turned his face when Dewi Laya Bajramaya touched Pandu's chest, only the angel understood his language and rituals before Pandu groaned loudly as if removing something big from his body.
The magic circle shone, the light was dazzling and Rinjani was able to observe from his tent standing while contemplating fate under the flysheet with Mbah Mangku. The wings of the birds are so boisterous. The wind felt stronger. The SAR teams flinched and flinched from the resting place as if realizing something was happening.
“They're out?”
“Location?”
“GUIDE!”
“NANANG!”
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