Thousands of arrow struck Randiman's body—
And passed through it as if he were made of water.
Sukmo Lawu had no idea what Randiman was planning. He underestimated the arrow, parrying it casually with his sword, as though it was nothing.
Exactly as Randiman had planned.
The water clinging to the arrow dripped onto Sukmo Lawu’s body.
Still unaware, he continued to underestimate his opponent.
“Come on, are you trying to bore me? If so, you’ll die right here,” Sukmo Lawu smirked.
Randiman hadn’t expected his plan to work this well. He hadn’t expected his enemy to be completely oblivious to his unique advantage.
If Sukmo Lawu had known the nature of his opponent, he might not have underestimated even the tiniest attack—at least, that’s what Randiman thought.
“Arjuna, attack him! But your arrows must pass through my body first!” Randiman commanded.
Arjuna was confused. Why attack the person protecting him, just to reach the enemy? But from Randiman’s tone, he wasn’t protecting Sukmo Lawu at all. No—Randiman was executing a plan, a plan Arjuna didn’t yet understand.
Arjuna flapped his wings.
Thousands of arrows shot through Randiman’s body like water.
Sukmo Lawu didn’t take the attack seriously—
He deflected them all with ease.
Thousands of arrows clattered to the ground after meeting his blade.
His body was now wet.
“Ugh, what kind of attack is this? I didn’t need a shower,” Sukmo Lawu groaned.
In front of him, Randiman now appeared like a ten-year-old child.
“Randiman!” Arjuna shouted in panic.
“Don’t worry about me,” Randiman replied.
Arjuna wanted to save Randiman, to carry him out of that cursed battlefield. To give him water, as was required by the prince of the Rogobanyu Kingdom. But in their current situation, that was impossible. They were in the heart of a magical disaster. Finding a river was out of the question.
There was only one choice left.
To attack again—and keep attacking—until the enemy retreated.
He flapped his wings again.
Once more, the arrows passed harmlessly through Randiman.
Even worse than before—
Randiman’s body shrank further—
Now appearing like a five-year-old child.
“Well, this is going even better than expected,” Randiman grinned mischievously.
“What do you mean, ‘plan’?” Sukmo Lawu tilted his head.
“Now,” Randiman clenched his right fist.
“Now what?” Sukmo Lawu asked.
No pain came.
But his arm had been severed.
Blue liquid poured from the stump—it was his blood.
“My opponent’s pretty clever,” Sukmo Lawu muttered, retrieving his severed arm.
He was a high-ranking demon. Losing an arm didn’t scare him—in fact, it thrilled him. Finally, a worthy opponent.
No—more than that.
A toy.
Yes, a delightful toy.
“Looks like this is going to get even more fun,” Sukmo Lawu laughed maliciously.
He pressed the severed arm back to his shoulder—
And it fused seamlessly.
“No way…” Arjuna gasped.
“I expected as much,” Randiman smiled slyly.
“Prince Randiman!” Arjuna flew toward him.
“Don’t come closer!” Randiman commanded.
Sukmo Lawu raised his sword. The blade’s black hue devoured the light surrounding it.
The sword fell—
But it wasn’t Randiman who was injured.
It was Sukmo Lawu.
His hand was severed—again.
Sukmo Lawu’s excitement grew. This toy was intelligent—not in strength, but in wit.
“I didn’t expect you to be this brilliant. No wonder you claimed you could escape here alive,” Sukmo Lawu laughed with delight.
Chains erupted from Randiman’s body.
Not weapons, but an attack—
Chains as clear as water.
They were Randiman’s own body.
The chains bound Sukmo Lawu tightly.
So tight, no human or low-level demon could possibly break free.
But Sukmo Lawu was no low-level demon. He was born of one of nature’s destructive forces—the corroding annihilation mist, one of the manufactured disasters of his father, the Demon King Somo. Escaping these chains was trivial for him.
“Well then, thanks for being my favorite toy,” Sukmo Lawu bowed mockingly.
His severed arm trembled—then reattached.
“Thank you too, for revealing your true power, prince of Danopati,” Randiman smirked.
The water on Sukmo Lawu’s body was drawn toward Randiman.
His body slowly regenerated.
He transformed into a dragon—preparing to summon rain. He flew toward the sky.
“Ooh, what’s my toy planning now?” Sukmo Lawu watched gleefully.
He stretched out his arms, unafraid of any incoming attack.
Arjuna, seeing this, refused to waste the chance. He beat his wings repeatedly.
Thousands of arrows flew at Sukmo Lawu.
“Ugh, annoying!” Sukmo Lawu growled.
He slashed the empty air—
And all the arrows fell to the ground.
None struck him.
Not a scratch.
High above, Randiman saw no members of the Land Kingdom Alliance—only Arjuna. He’d suspected this: they were isolated from reality, yet still in the same world—fragmented isolation, or fragtesis Teleportation magic used to isolated the land allied Kingdoms.
Not just speculation. He’d confirmed it with data—facts.
When separated from the others, he searched for them without entering the ground. He found no one. Only monsters.
But in his water form, diving beneath the earth—he found Arjuna.
“Just as I suspected, this magic involved reality fragmentation,” he muttered, gathering clouds while watching from above.
Once ready, Randiman dove down.
Straight toward Sukmo Lawu.
The dust cleared—
And turned into rainfall.
Before returning to his humanoid form, Randiman scanned his surroundings. Hoping to see the allied army.
For most races, the rain would obscure vision.
But not for the Antasen race.
Rain made their vision clearer.
Still, as he predicted, there was no sign of the land kingdom alliance.
Only Arjuna.
“Exactly as I suspected—fragthesis isolation,” Randiman said as he shifted back to his humanoid form.
He turned his hand into a sword—
And dashed toward Sukmo Lawu.
His blade-hand clashed with Sukmo Lawu’s dark sword.
The impact was brutal.
He felt the pain clearly.
Had he not been a noble, he would’ve collapsed instantly.
But not him.
He kept attacking.
The falling rain transformed into icy arrows—
Piercing Sukmo Lawu’s body.
“Impressive attacks… but soon, I’ll be the next Demon King,” Sukmo Lawu sneered.
Upon hearing that, Randiman realized his mistake.
He’d been too focused on defeating Sukmo Lawu—
And had forgotten the greater danger.
The birth of a new demon was about to happen.
Because demons are born of disaster—
And nature’s destruction.
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