The black dot above Bimo's head widened like an oil spill in the sky. The sound that came out of him was not a sound, but a low frequency vibration that echoed in the bones and made their teeth tremble. The air becomes cold, very cold, even though Bimo radiates hot like a furnace.
From the darkness, something began to go down.
That is not tentacles in the physical sense. It is more like a string of a spinning emptiness, an absence that twists and rotates like a whirlpool. Wherever the "tip" touches the air, reality becomes disturbed - the danger of the moon bent, the sound of the muffled, and the grass underneath withered and became black ash. That is a pure extension of the wishes of the ruler, a hungry search for the essence of Bimo.
It moved down, slow and certain, directly to the crown of the head of Bimo.
"Hold, Bimo!" Pak Daru shouted from a distance, his voice almost disappeared by a terrible hum. "Don't move! Let it touch you!"
Bimo held his breath. Every instinct in him shouts to burn the object, to defend himself. But he held him back. He stood tall, staring directly into the core of the darkness that came down.
That feeling is not said.
When the end of the absence touched his forehead, it felt like his head was split by a dagger made of absolute ice and white noise. It is not physical pain, but something deeper - mental illness. He could feel the wishes of the ruler who was not satisfied, his cold and old -fashioned madness, flowed through the contact point like poison.
"Now, Bimo!" cried Mr. Daru.
With screams that combine pain and anger, Bimo raised his hand. White-blue fire burns around his arm, but not to attack. He pinned the "tentacle" of the darkness with both hands, trying to grip him.
The sensation is terrible. It's like trying to hold lightning or stop the waterfall with naked hands. The dark energy eroded his soul, trying to separate himself from his body. He felt the skin in his hand blistered and blackened, even though his godflake struggled to repair it as fast as the damage occurred.
"Riani! Anton! Now!" shout Bimo, struggling to remain standing.
Riani and Anton jumped into action. Anton poured a circle of metal powder and quartz crystals around Bimo, completing the ritual pattern that had been drawn on the ground. Riani began to recite the spell taught by Pak Daru, his voice was high and clear, projecting protective energy to strengthen the spiritual cage.
The circle in the ground is burning with silvery light. The patterns shine brightly, forming an energy cage that trades the tentacles of darkness and bimo in it.
"The crystals, Bimo!" shouted Mr. Daru. "Use that to open the way!"
With his hands still gripping tightly tentacles, Bimo focused his mind on the crystal on his chest. He channeled his strength into it, and also attracted the energy from the ritual cage and from the Riani Mantra.
A fierce tear breaking air.
Right in front of Bimo, in addition to the tentacles of darkness, a gap is open in the air. Not a small black point, but a large hole that vibrates, like a wound on a world cloth. Through it, Bimo could see a terrible landscape of the poisonous purple sky, a barren plain filled with stone formations such as teeth, and rivers that drain thick black liquid. The sound of moans and the pain of pain that echoed from the inside.
That is the world of the ruler.
The tentacles immediately react. Feeling threatened by the opening of an unexpected door, he tried to withdraw back to his original world through that gap.
"NO!" Bimo shouted, gripping it tighter, the skin of his scorched hands emitting smoke. "You won't run away!"
He did something that was unthinkable. Instead of releasing it, he used the tentacle who tried to escape as an attraction. He let his feet free from the ground.
"Everything, hold me!" He shouted at the others.
Riani did not hesitate. He jumped and removed Bimo's waist. Anton, after a moment was stunned, did the same thing, giving Riani. They are like a human chain that depends on the terrible tentacles of darkness.
The tentacles, who were pulled back to his world and were now burdened by three people, sucked quickly back through the gap.
"Mr. Daru!" Bimo shouted as they were lifted from the ground.
From the veranda, Mr. Daru raised his trembling hand. A small talisman in his hand burned to ashes. A last energy, a binding spell that he saved for an emergency, flew from the talisman and attached to Anton like a golden thread.
"I will hold the door to stay open!" Pak Daru shouted, his breath was gasping. "But not for a long time! You have to come back before this thread breaks up!"
Then, they were sucked.
The sensation is like falling through a whirlpool made of broken glass and nightmares. The pressure is very great. Bimo felt the tentacles escaped from his grip, and they jumped freely through a spinning alley between the world.
They landed loudly on hard and rocky ground. The air feels thin and smells of sulfur and decay. The sky above they are purple, with black clouds moving in an unnatural way. The temperature here is hot and humid, but the heat is not like on earth; This heat is like a shivering fever.
Bimo immediately got up, examining Riani and Anton. They look pale and scared, but not hurt.
"We ... we succeed?" Anton's breath, looking around in horror. "We're in ... hell?"
"This is not hell," Bimo said, his eyes swept the bleak landscape. "This is the world of parasites. A dimension attached to us like lice, eating our energy and emotions."
He can feel it here. The ruler. Its presence is everywhere, such as pressure in the air. He is close.
"We don't have time," Bimo said, helping Riani stand up. "Pak Daru's thread will not last long. We must find it. And we must be fast."
They began to walk, along the path between the pointed stone formation. Strange creatures and distorted lurking from rock gaps, but they did not attack. They just observed with a stupid hunger.
Then, they saw it.
In the distance, a large structure towering into the sky. It is not a building; It is more like a mountain filled with beehives, made of material that seems alive and throb with gloomy green light. From inside, Bimo can feel the concentration of the presence of the rulers.
"That's it," Bimo whispered. "That's his heart."
Meak rushed to the structure. The closer they are, the stranger and more terrible the view. They passed through a "garden" where pale and semi -conscious human being bound to a pole, their emotions were sucked up like sap from trees. They see strange factories where jinn and other creatures assemble something terrible from the stolen energy.
Finally, they arrived at the bottom of the mountain structure. A large door made of bone and rusty metal standing in front of them.
"How do we enter?" asked Riani.
"We don't need to go in," Bimo answered. He put his hand on the throbbing wall. "He already knows we are here."
The wall shook, then began to open like a terrible meat curtain, revealed a bright alley by internal green light.
Take carefully walking in. Inside, it is like being in the body of a giant creature. The walls are moist and throbbing. The sound of a big heartbeat echoed around them.
The hallway headed to a large large room. In the middle of the room, hanging in the middle of a complicated energy net, is a form.
It's not a terrible monster. That is a human figure. An old man who looks ordinary, with a tired and wise face. He wore a simple robe. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.
But Bimo can see it. Countless destiny threads, millions of red lines, connected from all corners of this world and beyond it to earth, all bound to this old figure. Every thread brings sparks of energy, emotions, and life all flow directly into it.
This is the ruler. Not an insect -eyed devil, but an ancient parasitic awareness that has eaten the world for thousands of years.
The figure opened his eyes.
The eyes are not evil. The eyes are empty. Very old and very, very thirsty.
Wash, A sound echoed in their heads, not through the air. The voice sounded tired, almost sad. *Finally you came. You brought yourself to me.*
"The permission is over," Bimo said, his voice was loud and clear in a throbbing room. "I'm here to end this."
The ruler nodded slowly, his face that was like a human looked almost sorry. *Hungry never ends, a fire child. That is the first law of all creations. I just obeyed my nature. Just like you obey your nature by burning.*
"There is a difference between eating to survive and eat for greed," Bimo replied. "You have surpassed that limit for a long time."
Maybe, the ruler recognizes.But now, you're here. And you are a food that will fill me forever.
The energy net that holds him back to shine brighter. Countless red lines vibrate, and a very large energy, concentrated, began to flow from them and entered the old figure.
He began to change. The skin becomes smooth. The posture is enlarged. The deafening emanation of the ears filled the room.
Give yourself to me, The voice echoed, now full of undeniable strength and authority. *And I will make the rest of humanity a comfortable servant. They will not suffer anymore. I promise.*
"Don't listen to him, Bimo!" Riani shouted, felt the hypnosis pull of the sound.
Bimo doesn't listen. He stepped forward.
"I won't give you anything," Bimo said. He raised his hand, and his white fire burned, but this time, it was not burning with anger. It shines with calm confidence. "But I'll take something from you."
He did not attack the ruler. Instead, he reached out his hand and touched one of the million red lines connected to his body.
It is the thread of a young man in Jakarta, full of expectations and dreams for the future, which is slowly dried by this parasite.
With a soft touch, Bimo disconnected his connection.
Young people in the real world, who are sitting in his gloomy room, suddenly gasped. The feeling of despair that he always felt suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange and new desire to go outside and live his life.
In the world of the ruler, the old figure was surprised. *What are you doing?*
"Deciding on your relationship," Bimo answered calmly.
He touched another thread, and decided. Then the others, and others. Every time he does it, a spark of light returns to its owner on earth, and the ruler becomes a little weaker, a little smaller.
Stop! Raung the ruler, now in a panic tone. Its powerful power becomes useless to attacks like this. He is a consumer, not a warrior. Its strength lies in fraud and absorption, not in direct confrontation.
Bimo continued walking along the net, deciding thread after thread with a soft touch. Riani and Anton, who realized what happened, began to help, tore and decide the threads they could reach with their hands.
The ruler screamed, a voice full of pain and inhuman anger. He swung wildly on his nets, trying to hit them, but he was too slow, too overwhelmed.
Suddenly, Bimo felt the pull on his navel. The gold thread that connects them to Mr. Daru began to weaken and blink.
"The time is almost gone!" warn Anton. "We have to go!"
"SOON!" Bimo shouted. He is now standing in front of the figure of the ruler who is struggling, who has shrunk again as a weak and fearful old man.
Bimo put his fiery hand not on the old man's body, but in the core of the energy net itself, right where all the threads were united.
"Listen to me," Bimo said, looking into the empty eyes of the ruler. "You will not die. Because you never really live. But you will be forgotten."
He focused all Agni's forces, all the power of human free will that he had released, and sent him through the net.
Burning white waves spread to every thread, to every corner of this world. It does not burn or destroy. It purifies. It heals.
Strange factories stop functioning. Humans in the garden open their eyes, confused but free. Jin-jin who was evil was washed from their dark energy and became a confused spirit of nature. The poisonous purple sky began to be clear, showing a glimmer of light from another world.
This parasite world is being purified, decided from its food source.
The ruler screamed for the last time, not with anger, but with the purest fear of hunger. Then, he and his nets disappeared in white light, disintegrated into harmless energy particles that were spread in the wind from this newborn world.
Bimo fell into his knee, fatigue.
"Bimo! The door!" Riani shouted, pulling her arm.
The golden thread is dying, becoming thin like a spider's nest.
They ran out of a dying structure, to the place where they first arrived. The gap in the air, the door returned to their world, blinking unstable and shrinking quickly.
"Formerly!" shouted Anton.
They dived right when the door closed with a loud eruption.
They landed loudly on the grass field at the top, in a faded ritual circle. The sky above they are bright and starred. The air feels fresh and sweet.