
Fate will speak in the Three Colors Caldera Lake on the summit of Mount Tubar'e.
Nirya focused her attention on the collection of foam that was mountainous and seemed to bubble on the surface of the green lake.
Mora never mobilized his "storage power" to help resist the attack of Beto'dila, the giant frog-crocodile monster. I don't know what the words "the guide knows a lot" meant just a moment ago. Maybe this is a kind of tactic so that the enemy is not too exhaustive to exert his power. Or maybe Mora is preparing for a surprise?
Nirya had recalled her teacher's teaching that surprise can be a decisive element of victory, depending on the situation and the opponent faced. Because Beto'dila was an animal, no matter how intelligent he was, his intelligence would never surpass that of a human.
Before Nirya's mind had dissolved to estimate the opponent's movement, the opponent had already moved. From the green lake spurted out a kind of fountain that soared very high, as if clawing at the sky. Or rather, it was as if Mount Tubar'e had erupted without having to open its "key.
Dense black water soaring could probably be avoided without too much difficulty. The problem was, as the water was smashing from a height, it seemed like it was raining thousands of black arrows that hit every inch of the room on the ground below.
Forced Nirya to deploy all her prana to defend, twirling her kerambit mess like an umbrella. That round of chains managed to pull off the Black Fountain's raining outpour, but only partially. As per the nature of the liquid, there is water energy that darted too quickly infiltrate through the round chain. Plus the impact of the impact of the water with the chain, the turn of the protective prana of Niryalah's body continues to be wracked endlessly. If the last layer of defense collapses, the history of Nirya Panigara is exhausted.
The rain of black water gushed very hard for almost two minutes. After finally subsiding, Nirya fell to her knees on the ground. Black smoke billowed from his body, his face now too pale and limp to express the heaviest and longest pain in his life.
Trying to stare into the distance, Nirya was aghast. The green lake and the blue lake connected to it were almost dry. The remaining water only inundated the legs and a little stomach of the giant crocodile-frog demon, Beto'dila. Even more horrifying, Beto'dila showed his energy was inexhaustible by jumping up high again and splashing himself in the yellow lake, the last lake of Tubar'e Peak which was still full of water.
Crazy, means he'll spout fountains and rain black water again? Inner Nirya raged violently. I-I can't hold it anymore! My man is already drained, if I force him to hold back, there won't be a single speck of inner strength left to strike back!
Nirya knew, she had been suppressed to death. Moreover, now again the foam of blackish yellow water bubbled, the content of the glass looks smoky. When exposed, the effects of the black water chirping plus the sulfuric heat power is more than enough to make his body charred blister like a boiled crab. Without a strong protective prana, the result is almost certain to occur.
With one loud roar, yet again Beto'dila from the bottom of the lake shot out a fountain towering high in the air.
However, suddenly Nirya was aghast. A creature flies very fast. While hovering in the air, he held the water shower from above with a gust of energy-laden storm in the ultimate wind element.
That was when Nirya could see the form of the creature clearly. It was a woman in an all-white dress, with very beautiful colorful patterned butterfly wings. His long, choppy hair soared in the air, as if constantly being blown by the wind. The color of the hair turned silvery white, refracting the light of the sun that hit it so that it looks seven colors of rainbow glistening on each strand.
Only the face of the woman whose change was not too noticeable, only cleaner and seemed to radiate the light of divine beauty. Nirya immediately recognized the face and exclaimed, "M-Mora, you...?"
Mora the angel was obviously too busy suppressing the opponent's attacks. So, he indirectly answered Nirya with a cry, "When I, Sasanda avenged your expulsion, Beto'dila!"
Revealed already, it turns out Mora is Goddess Sasanda who has been infiltrating the Dabongsang Gang as Jawara Dua. So he was older than Dabongsang City itself. However, the peaceful and quiet life during this time made the magic power of Sasanda less trained. As a result, he was forced to flee from an opponent stronger than himself.
Now, thanks to the help of Nirya and Arumi, Sasanda gets the only chance to take revenge and reclaim her position as Tubar'e's caretaker.
Sasanda exerted all his energy, his storm vortex further suppressing the black spray of sulfur Beto'dila water. But a moment later, the surging demon repressed the storm of the goddess. If this situation continues, the dark events of decades ago will repeat, even more fatal.
"Goddess Sasanda!" Nirya advanced staggering while dragging her chain. But his whole body feels very heavy, it takes time until his inner strength pulh back.
At the same time, Sasanda's face stiffened. Both of his green eyes were wide, as if veins were protruding there. The black water power is getting harder, starting to erode the defense energy of Sasanda's body.
Then the skin of Sasanda's face began to look bumpy, as if being hit by a fist-piercing. There were flakes like white dust flying, smoking from the body of the goddess. If the fragments get bigger, it is certain that the goddess lost her earthly body.
Right at the limit of Sasanda's physical endurance, the pressure of the scraper energy suddenly disappeared. It was as if a sharp and fatal scratch of claws were uprooted from the body of the goddess.
Nirya was also shocked. His attention quickly turned from Sasanda towards Beto'dila. The giant demon was actually in a standing position while spitting out its death fountain. The energy intake from Beto'dila's soul connection with Zakuay was suddenly cut off. As a result, the crocodile-frog monster collapsed into a creeping position, splashing the remaining water in the yellow lake in all directions.
Nirya twirled the kerambit again to brush off the splashes of death water. Not wasting a golden opportunity, he ran and jumped into Beto'dila at the bottom of the almost dry lake. Nirya then instead showered the head of the Beto'dila frog with a series of puncture storms and slashing prana elements of the wind, the Whirlpool of the Forced Terabas Storm.
Struck many times, the monster roared bitterly. Black blood splashed on the new wounds on the top of his head, where his eyes and brain were located.
"Awas Nirya, it's my turn!" arumi shouted from the air.
Nirya quickly stepped aside, using the body of the stealth crocodile as a foothold to jump as far as possible.
Arumi who jumped up high also hit the head of Beto'dila with the energy of fire squirting Hell's compressed Magma Core, concentrated at one point, the tip of the blade of his sword, Agninetra.
Beto'dila roared bitterly, black blood spurting from his fatal wound. The giant crocodile demon that once defeated a goddess and ruled the top of Mount Tubar'e for decades must now end its fate at the bottom of a lake of sulfur water.
What confirmed the end of Beto'dila's history were sparks of green light that evaporated out of the wound hole in his head. The dust of the rays then converged, forming a green shimmering magical script, floating in the air. That's the magic key of Mount Tubar'e.
Surprisingly, the key of the occult script seemed to have a consciousness of its own. The key suddenly stuck to someone's palm, and that person was not Sasanda, but Nirya.
Before Nirya had time to think, the character was emitting a ball of light that infiltrated into the hole of the yellow lake which had always been full of water and soil deposits.
What followed was a quake of some sort. It feels very hard on the footrest and continues to propagate to the body. This symptom is very similar to the moments before the eruption of Mount Barkajang, Ratauka and Megaswari. But this time Nirya was at the top of the mountain, so the shock was much more pronounced than on the slope, let alone at the foot of the mountain.
Naturally Nirya quickly approached Arumi while crying out in panic, "This mountain is about to erupt, but we are still at the top! How can we run away from here?"
"Let me help!" While saying it, Dewi Sasanda aka Mora Gurgarai hugged the bodies of Nirya and Arumi tightly. His pair of butterfly wings flapped, the three women soared high, darting through the air. "Hold tight, don't look down!"
Nirya obeyed the message of the goddess who flew her away from that danger. But curiosity teased him, making him look back.
Staring at Mount Tubar'e which spewed lava mixed with water in the murkanya.
Mount Tubar'e was created from a combination of the shape of Mount Rinjani and its crater in the form of a 3-color lake from Mount Kelimutu. Image Source: Mount Rinjani from The Jakarta Post.