EVERNA Ring of Fire

MANTIKEI Part 1

The direction of destiny can change as quickly as flipping a palm.

Nirya Panigara reason, as well as human reason in general, is difficult to accept this alternating reality.

At one point, the twist of fate seems to have returned to its proper course.

However, in the next moment, the actions of one person instead messed up destiny until it rolled out of its path.

Sthira Tarunaga should have received the death penalty. His sacrifice, as well as the sacrifice of Nirya, Arumi and Dhaka will ensure the opening of the door to peace throughout the Antapada Peninsula. Now, the door of peace has been closed by force.

What appears now is even Sthira who is still standing upright, holding the Spear-Tone Vajra covered with blood of the king of his own country. He stared at the stiff body of the ruler of Kalingga with a smile wider than his usual habit.

The hysterical cry of Pirimatha, even Nirya who shouted the name of Sthiramun did not change the expression of the man's face.

In fact, Sthira turned her head slowly towards Pirimatha saying, "Women smell like you know what is best for Antapada? You don't know shit! I'm taking you to your husband now!"

In her last words, Sthira again shot out as fast as lightning. He plunged Vajra in his hand, about to lead the two rulers of one country to end their history at the same end of the weapon.

Too shocked and grieved by the death of the king, even Pirimatha could not escape the death of the plague.

Suddenly, a loud thump sounded. It turned out that the tip of Vajra's spear blade was held by a pair of Bayunara chain krambits.

"Run, Your Majesty!" After exclaiming to Pirimatha, the fenderer, Nirya vomited blood and again exclaimed, "Stop this, Sthira!"

But Sthira rebuked, "You too... blocking me, Nirya? Look, the little empress ran away with her ministers! They don't deserve to be the leaders of Kalingga!"

While continuing to withstand the opponent's pressure, Nirya exclaimed, "Whose merit is more?"

Sthira's voice suddenly turned much heavier, louder and resounding. "Bas naive, of course I am!" At that time, both eyes became jet black, leaving a pair of white light reflection points on the lens.

"Away, Nirya! That's Vrithra's voice, not Sthira!" yell Arumi

Although surprised, Nirya reacted reflexively by quickly retreating. He then close the ranks next to his colleagues and ready to face one person who now occupies the throne of Kalingga.

"It is also the throne of this jewel-furnished rattan," said Sthira, then with the voice of Vrithra. "Well, not gold is like the throne of the grandest Emperor in Arcapada. But at least it's tender, enough for a start." His style of sitting is straddling and very relaxed.

Nirya was already about to advance to hit Sthira, but Dhaka put up a body, blocking her. With a gesture of the head bobbin, Dhaka pointed towards Arumi who was advancing instead.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Sthira, or should be, Vrithra," Arumi greeted in a satirical tone. "Did you think that just after you killed the previous king, you became the king?"

"Oh, it has to be!" vrithra answered in Sthira's body. "Don't think this is the same as me making Rai Taksaka the puppet king of Watas first. I'm not gonna do that anymore."

"Just the same. Look, the people who were supposed to be your servants have run away. We're the only ones here to stop you."

"Don't expect you to win again from me like you did at Watas" Vrithra threatened. "This time, there will be no Sthira, Taksaka and Canirwa to help you. There will be no four foolish commodore who will sacrifice their lives to endure my wrath."

"Yes, we know that. But you don't know us, Vrithra. True Sthira would understand, losing power is never a hindrance to us." Arumi flicked his long dagger, flames splashing beside him.

Nirya and Dhaka nodded in agreement. The spirit bolts on their faces grew more real, the aura surrounding their bodies flared up. In terms of sparkling the tongue to arouse the spirit of friends and disturb the opponent's mentality, Arumilah expert.

However, all the "straight words" did not hint at the hue and lines of emotion on the face of Sthira-Vrithra. "So barrier or not, the end result of this clash is definitely the death of people who don't know your limits."

Arumi replied with one last argument. "We'll see, who among the complacent and those who always struggle to transcend self-limits will survive at the end of this fight."

Yes, Arumi was deliberately shiny tongue to buy time and measure the mental strength of the opponent. Apparently, even though he is now human, Vrithra shows his divine mentality that is equal to or above Barong, the Sacred Lion of the Gods. Cannot be made angry to attack, rage or act recklessly. The only way to fight Sthira-Vrithra is a battle of strength, speed and ingenuity.

Dapu Dapu's warning turns out to be very based, but Nirya's hope of Sthira's authenticity as a knight and Nirya's love for Sthira makes Nirya still protect her lover, no matter what happens.

Now, it turns out that Sthira has welcomed Vrithra in his body. The two of them became one-thought-out, two souls had fused into one.

Nirya tries to kink from the Vajra's continuous swing which is entirely wrapped in powerful lightning. However, no matter how much he moves, Vajra continues to chase ferociously like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. Nirya increasingly difficult to avoid, especially from the impact of lightning mace that threatened his head.

Without warning, the Commodore Spear Dhaka pierced straight and in a row with the Spear Punjaman Spear. The ground's prana power managed to thicken the Vajra until it changed direction, depriving Nirya of death.

Suddenly, Sthira harnesses the thrust of Dhaka's spear, then channels that power into the Vajra and transforms the hammer into a spear.

The tip of the spear hit Dhaka's chest mercilessly. The Komodo dragon was pushed back until it slumped on the floor, blood seeping out of the thick skin fragments. Fortunately Dhaka was always ready with a layer of defense aura of the Rock Scales body, so he could still move again with difficulty.

Not giving Sthira a chance to catch her breath, Arumi charged forward. The girl jumped up, beating Keris Agninetra in a cross-cutting motion as fast as one hand swung. The Barrage of Cross-Fire Crescent Sword shot even faster towards Sthira.

"Curly, cheaply!" Reacting very quickly too, Sthira jumped along while blasting the energy of the straight-up sabetage of the Thunder Dragon Climbing the Sky.

The Prana centered on the Vajra Spear-Tomb broke the scythe of fire energy. Not stopping there, the impact of the mace continued to hit Arumi who was drifting down. Arumi's body floated back up and fell against the wall. The girl vomited blood, her condition was worse than Dhaka.

Only Nirya who still stands facing Sthira. The show further confirms the superiority of the power of Sthira which is far adrift from Arumi, Dhaka and himself. Now Nirya's body trembled like it was shaking violently. But other than the difference in strength, the problem was that Nirya still had a taste for the man who had received the god dragon spirit.

"Before you kill me, Sthira, please answer my question," Nirya said with trembling lips and voice.

Vrithra's voice snapped, "Man has no right to stare, let alone talk to me!"

Nirya snapped back, "I'm not talking to you, Vrithra, but Sthira! Sthira, if you're still in there, answer me!"

There was a momentary silence. Then Sthira's voice heard. "I'm still here. Speak."

"Sthira, if you hadn't accepted Vrithra in you and we were all put to death here, what would you have done?"

"I will still try to kill King Triawarman and Empress Pirimatha."

"If you manage to kill them, what do you do afterwards?"

"Just as if I had failed to kill the king" said Sthira. "I'll run away with you, then seclude myself, disappear from the turn of the world and build a family with you."

Nirya smiled sincerely. "All right, now take my life."

Vrithra again took over Sthira's body and exclaimed, "Stop buying time and die, Nirya!" Sthira then raised Vajra and plunged him towards Nirya.

Suddenly, Sthira's hand stopped.

"What the hell is this, Sthira?" hardik Vrithra's voice echoed. "Remember our agreement. Don't try to hold me back."

Sthira's original voice said, "Maybe you forgot my terms on this one. Everyone you can kill, except Nirya Panigara."

"really? The Nirya had wasted the opportunity to be your Empress and instead tried to stop us, even though she knew she would lose. If you want to achieve success, that woman must be eliminated!"

"Without Nirya, any glory means nothing to me."

"The woman means nothing to the glory we will achieve!"

"Oh? So you're afraid of that one meaningless woman?"

Vrithra's voice is getting rough. "Dragon's talking, man. Or I'll shut you up forever."

"Not until I break my body first."

Vrithra's voice was silent for a moment. "All right," said the voice. "But if Nirya keeps fighting, I can't guarantee my attack won't hit her."

"If that's the case, what can be done. I also have no interest in being accompanied by a foolish empress." Still the original sound, Sthira came forward and swung the Vajra again. "Let me try to deal with my former friends first."

The image of the Vajra mace weapon reference is the Vajra mace heirloom weapon of Lord Shiva. Source: Bukalapak.com