The Musafir

Two Aisles

MANTAN BENT the Magic Throw until it made a sound. Exit characters by characters out of the lontar. Circling around it. Then the characters glow white. Like the sunlight.

The laughing mantel is satisfied. How is he not happy? The spell he created succeeded. He managed to get the light before the torch began to go out. Moreover, the light produced by the Light Magic Throw was brighter than a torch. Bright, but still comfortable in the eyes.

As long as the characters keep circling around the lontar, as long as the light is still there. The mantan held up its ejection like it was lifting a torch, then glanced at the Northern River Angel beside it. With a clear look, let's continue on our way.

They walked back, half bent so as not to hit the stone roof that was not playing hard. The mantan was still leading in front, the Northern River Angel was walking right behind him.

Spiders of various sizes step aside when they see a bright light. Moreover, they do not believe there are humans who venture up to here. Basic man, where the place can be stepped on, that's where he explores, whether exploring or colonizing. It makes no difference between the two things.

During the journey, Mantingan found some valuable rocks in the cave, such as gold and diamonds. Gold is not very valuable, but diamonds are very valuable. Many weapons whose blades are diamonds. Intan is notoriously hard and not easily broken. It can be used hundreds of times to break iron.

However, cutting diamonds in situations like this is not an easy thing. Mantingan remember he does not carry a pacul or a digging tool of some kind. It's ridiculous if he insists on taking the diamonds. Their goal is to run away from this place, or even Javadvipa though.

On several occasions, the Mantingan stopped to install some Trapping Magic Throw on the small cracks in the passageway. If if anyone had managed to break the magic spell that the Spell had set up at the mouth of the hole, then the Trapping Magic Throw he installed here would have been a layered protection.

***

UNTIL A time unknown. The two people walking in the narrow alleys faced the intersection. They were tired of walking continuously inside the endless hallway, the intersection before them really made their heads even more dizzy thinking about it.

The mantle sits cross-legged between the two sides of the road. He close his eyes, his two hands stretched out to the side—sign is using the Science of Wind Controller. Between the two different paths, Mantingan drained each one a bit of wind. It requires an incredible concentration of mind.

While Bidadari Sungai Utara is almost out of movement. He did not know what to do in this very narrow room. Can only imagine how frightening it would be if a group of spiders combined with centipedes dared to attack, while they could do nothing. Death is slowly being gnawed. And very painful, of course.

Mantingan found several other intersections on the left. He doubted his reasoning. Is it true or is it misleading. At the beginning before leaving and when he traced the hallway, Mantingan only felt there was one short passageway. Now in fact the hallway they faced was a long, winding, many intersections as well. It is not impossible that Mantingan's current reasoning is a big mistake.

The Light Magic Throw still continued to work. The luminous characters still continued to slowly revolve around their mother. Located in the middle between Mantingan and Bidadari North River. The light is enough to make the dark and cold hallway bright. Even the lights were reflected deep into the dark alleys. The stones here sometimes work like mirrors.

Manten opened his eyes after some time had passed. He took a long breath. It was the path to his right that was most likely his exit. The mantle does not know for sure. He doubted his reasoning. While on the left lane, Mantingan even felt more intersections.

“Is this line correct? About how much longer will we keep stuck here?”

Mantingan looked at the North River Angel and shook his head slowly. He can't give an answer. At least not for now. The road ahead, he knew nothing. “Pray my reasoning this time is not wrong.”

Hearing that, the Angel of the North River instead of praying. He worries. Worried if I have to stay here. He's gonna go crazy. Even if there is a mantan.

But no matter how doubt strikes, they keep going. Down the halls that have never been traced. Uncovering the eternal darkness. Until when will they continue to be immortal?

***

A VERY exhaustING JOURNEY. Especially when they can't see the sunlight. I don't know if it's night, or if it's morning again. It really disturbs their sleep time.

The new mantan decided to take a short break after feeling his brain needed a break. Not to mention the North River Angel whose path is no longer spirit. Mantingan could see the drowsy eyes of the North River Angel, he could also see how the North River Angel felt himself not sleepy.

So at this time, sleepy or not sleepy, they must sleep. The Mantang put Magic Throws around them that would give a warning as one approached. That way, they can rest in peace.

Their sleeping position is elongated in the hallway. His mantan over him Bidadari the North River. Indeed the girl did not want to be too far from Mantingan. And Mantingan also did not mind it, the actions taken by the North River Angel can be said to be the right action.

The North River Angel fell asleep once. His robe was removed and used as a blanket, making his sleep more comfortable with the Kenanga-giving robe. The bundle is made into a pillow.

The mantel also chose to close his eyes. But he can't. His vigilance will always keep him awake.

I don't know what vigilance is. In the unexpected beasts inside the cave, or in the swordsman humans who suddenly attacked them? All that vigilance managed to keep him awake. Although drowsiness has crawled all over his body, Mantingan still can not sleep.

Mantingan also felt that the war he had lived also played a role in keeping him awake. A war full of blood and blood. The mantle is an ordinary man. Not a man thirsty for blood. Killing many brutally made his mental state disturbed. Mantingan remembers how he stormed the enemy with hundreds of Tapak Angin Dara attacks that killed many people. The mantan remembers how he killed the warriors who tried to block him.

Moreover, Mantingan recalled how 13 brave young warriors had to fall on the battlefield of the sword. Killed by the sword. Mantingan remembers Rara, who had to die with the sword. It all caused a trauma inside his head. Mixed into another form that unsettles the soul.