THE SUN GOD SWORD
Fruit of War
Sungsang Geni is still pecking in the middle of the small island, on the hill looking to the eastern horizon with a sad lamentation. In that direction, the Moon Goddess took Cempaka Ayu's body away. The young man almost fell down due to the pressure coming from within his chest.
Even the pain inside the chest, as if it was more severe than the pain in the physical body from over-exerting oneself using a lot of natural energy. At this time dawn began to appear, revealing a yellowish-red light.
Last night it was long, heavy again. A ray of sunlight smashed onto the young man's face with three wounds in the eyes, showing just how disorganized the young man's body was at the moment. Many wounds adorned his field body, clothes were torn quite large right on the chest, and there were more bruises all over the body.
Gradually, the chirping sounds of the small birds on the island began to sing, as if forgetting the fierce battle that almost destroyed half of their 'houses.'
Sungsang Geni was still looking towards the east, seeing a white black bird flying in front of his eyes.
If it was Cempaka Ayu, surely the feeling of the young man would be a little relieved. But apparently, it's just empty hope, birds are still birds and seniors become the figure of Cempaka Ayu.
Sungsang Geni descends near Nogo Sosro, when the thin fog is still mixed with dust from the results of their fight against the enemy.
“Kakek Nogo, I want you to bring one more crate for half its Siwang Sari!” Although his feelings were uncertain, the young man still thought of Nyai Siwang Sari, whose body had become many parts. “I also ask, that you take half of the woman's body into the deep sea, if you can bury it on the seabed.”
“Should we do that far?” Nogo Sosro asked doubtfully.
“We can't take any chances, I'll bury half of any mountain in the land of Java so that no one can put the piece of the woman's body together again.”
Seemed to understand, Nogo Sosro transformed back into a dragon snake and into the sea that is dark blue because the day is still a little dark.
Moments later, he had returned with another chest. Handing the object over to Sungsang Geni, and helping him enter the body pieces of Nyai Siwang Sari's depth.
The crate looks very strong, no matter who the person from the deep sea is good at creating it. But Sungsang Geni realized, there was a hint of cold energy that always radiated across the surface of the chest.
Some people believe, that any object that comes from the sea, can neutralize some power.
“Master, now my task is done..” Nogo Sosro already looks restless, maybe because it is too long to live on land by manifesting into humans so that the strength of the creature becomes weak. “Ma'forgive me, for not being able to come find your friend..”.
Nogo Sosro did not intend to continue his speech, fearing that Sungsang Geni might even look worse.
“Dragon grandfather, please take care of Uncle Pramudhita, he has helped me a lot.”
Nogo Sosro just nodded, then went again into the deep sea. Leaving the young man with his wail.
When the day was completely bright, the young man with the remaining deep energy went back to the land of Java with a green and scaly chest. Before he returned to meet his friends, the young man visited an arid mountain in the area.
Looking for a quiet cave, make a hole deep enough then bury half of Nyai Siwang Sari.
Darma Cokro did not stay silent, nor did the entire Surasena army, so everyone tried hard to kill as many enemies as possible. No one wants to forgive their lives.
“Hunt them into the forest!” Darma Cokro gave the order. “Do not let one of these creatures live on the face of the earth!”
The Bengal Cokro floated quickly among the large trees. Played three golden-coloured swords, and managed to stab dozens of people. If his inner strength were still left enough, he would have no trouble killing those hundreds of Demon Bat warriors.
Ki Alam Sakti was one of the few people who did not take action. The old man would not indulge in the lust to kill his helpless opponent, but the old man also realized letting them off was not a good thing either.
Together with him, Lakuning Banyu showed a strange attitude. Making Ki Alam Sakti and Ki Lodro Sukmo a little surprised. For some time, the king of Surasena had convulsions with his eyes darting toward the sky.
“Paduka King..” Ki Alam Sakti reprimanded Lakuning Banyu after the man's body became calm. “Are you okay?”
Has not answered for some time, then the eyes of the country's leader returned like humans in general. The scales on his body were also gone, as well as the cold aura disappeared instantly.
“I'm fine, Ki Alam Sakti, Ki Lodro Sukmo.” Sighing quietly Lakuning Banyu. “Roh panca dewa has returned to keris.” Indeed, there was a clear radiance of the panca god keris tucked in the waist behind Lakuning Banyu.
Right now, there was still a fight in the forest, the screams of the enemies who were slaughtered by the Surasena troops.
When the sun really shone on the place, then everyone was aware of the terrifying scene plastered before their eyes. Thousands of corpses were scattered, spreading the overwhelming smell of carnation.
“This is the result of every war that occurs..” Ki Alam Sakti hardly able to see the bodies between the two sides.
“Is the price of this all?” Lakuning Banyu bowed bitterly. “They have a family, don't they? All this looks meaningless..”.
“Do not say so, Majesty.” Ki Lodro Sukmo tries to calm down. “Every fighter of kindness, their fall is an honor. Their blood may be rancid, but it is fragrant. They will be placed in the realm of nirvana, with a feeling of calm.”
“I will give the best funeral rituals to our fighters.” Lakuning Closed her words.
Not far from them, the debris of the Surasena wall building is still smoky white. Some parts were still engulfed in flames, and some parts had already been crushed to ashes.
Ki Lodro Sukmo walked up to the rubble of the evacuation wall. For him it was the biggest funeral for a real man, Darma Guru. I don't know when this war will end, but if he's still alive he will make a tombstone there as a final tribute to Mahapatih Surasena.
“Friends, we may not be too good friends.” Ki Lodro Sukmo. “But when you're gone, why do I feel lost?”
“Our feelings are united in struggle.” Ki Alam Sakti approaching Ki Lodro Sukmo. “ Darma Guru, he is one of the many people who will be in the palace of nirvana, he is a great man, isn't he?”