NARAK: The Blood Covenant

"If questions are erased…""...who answers what's coming next?"

The whisper echoed across the battlefield—low, mournful, and ancient.

But it wasn't from The Question.

It was her.

A wall of emerald waves exploded around the ruined arena.The starry sea above rippled backward like time itself was gasping.

And then she emerged.

Nyi Roro Kidul.

Hair like kelp woven with stardust.

Gown made of pearl-threaded abyssal silk.

Eyes reflecting the entire Indian Ocean.

"ENOUGH!"

Her voice rang across every drop of water in a thousand-mile radius.

Even Moha flinched.

"Do you know," she said slowly, "what your little daddy issues showdown is doing to my kingdom?"

She pointed a finger toward the cracked seabed.

Coral forests shattered, leviathans fleeing, ancestral spirits screaming in pain.

"Entire reef spirits just went extinct! I had to manually reincarnate a dolphin five minutes ago!"

Daramahesa raised an eyebrow from the sidelines.

"Kinda impressive, not gonna lie."

Avici didn't move. His flames still curled around Vicki's possessed body like a storm.

Moha just scoffed. "Stay out of this, sea witch."

...

Silence.

Then.

"WITCH?"

Her eyes narrowed.

Tidal waves began to rise behind her—upside down, climbing into the sky.

"Moha, child of delusion," she spat.

"I've drowned kings with better manners."

She raised her arm.

The sea screamed.

But Avici stepped forward.

"Let him come."

Nyi Roro Kidul's power paused mid-air.

"Do not tempt a full god's wrath, flame child."

Avici's voice cracked with fury.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. Child. You fishy green woman ."

"...Avici," Arkana murmured in Raka's mind. "You're slipping again."

But it was too late.

Moha surged forward.

A spiral of Nameless Balance energy screamed through the ocean.

Avici responded in kind, his fire splitting into twin snakes of silver and black, striking the attack head-on.

The ocean around them detonated.

Entire sections of Nyi Roro Kidul's palace shattered.

The marine world went still.

"They're really gonna kill us all," Daramahesa muttered, dodging a falling temple bell.

"Do something!!" Nayla shouted.

"Like what?! Lecture him into submission?"

Putri's white tiger growled, eyes flickering with energy.

Nayla activated the Echo Core, forming a warding shield to protect the others from the shockwaves.

And at the heart of the storm.

Avici vs. Moha.

Flame vs. Void.

Will vs. Obsession.

Punches that rippled through dimensions.

Mantras shouted in dead tongues.

"SAMA RAGA—SATYA TUNGGAL!!" Avici roars.

"WITHOUT NAMES, WITHOUT GODS!!" Moha strikes.

But then, a wall of tidal wrath slammed between them.

Nyi Roro Kidul's patience snapped.

"THAT'S IT!!" she bellowed.

A trident made of congealed moonlight appeared in her hand.

"You wanna burn in my ocean?! FINE. Let's see if your precious flames survive the weight of a thousand forgotten shipwrecks."

Moha paused.

Even Avici hesitated.

The goddess took one step forward and the ocean followed.

Water trembled. Reality pulsed.

Nyi Roro Kidul's aura surged like a rising monsoon.

She hovered mid-air, dress flowing like an endless current, hair defying gravity, crown of coral now glowing with stormlight.

"You want a war?" she hissed. "Then you'll get a reminder of who ruled these waters before your ancestors learned to crawl."

She raised her hands, moonlight and kelp-colored mist gathering between her palms.

And then she chanted.

"Asih nyebur tan kocap – Raga sirna, jiwa murka!"

"Compassion dives with no word – The body vanishes, the soul rages."

A vortex opened beneath Moha, hands made of seawater grabbed his ankles, trying to drag him into the abyss.

Moha slashed the water apart with raw Nameless Balance energy.

"Your words are poetry, Queen," he growled, "but I don't drown easily."

Nyi Roro Kidul smirked.

"Oh, darling."

"That was the invitation."

She clapped her hands together.

"Kidung samudra! Titi astra ning ratri – Ciptakna badai lawan sepi!"

"Oceanic hymn! Descend starlight of the night – Create a storm with silence!"

A storm spiral formed overhead.

Clouds twisted.

Lightning danced.

And then all sound died.

Moha looked up just in time to see the silent typhoon slam into him, no roar, no thunder.

Just pressure.

CRACKKKK—

Stone shattered. Coral spiraled. The void itself bent.

Avici tried to re-engage, but Nyi Roro Kidul threw him a glare.

"You."

"You're not getting out of this lecture, flame boy."

"I didn't start this—"

"I DON'T CARE!"

She floated toward him now.

The moon behind her reflected three faces, one youthful, one old, one monstrous.

"You've burned too hot, too long, Avici. You forgot the balance."

Avici's flames dimmed slightly.

But Moha wasn't down for long.

He burst from the ocean pit, cloak torn, eyes blazing, now furious.

"You dare interrupt me again?!"

"I dare to finish what your ancestors never could discipline their cursed bloodline."

She extended her trident.

"Raga sangsara, dudu manungsa – Katon kanda, lebur rasa!"

"A body of suffering, no longer human – Let the truth reveal, and dissolve the sense of self!"

Moha staggered.

"What is—?"

Images of his darkest thoughts, every moment of paranoia, every whisper of greed and betrayal—projected out of his body like smoke.

They coiled around him like serpents.

Daramahesa whistled low from afar.

"That's what I call therapy via trauma dump."

Putri clutched her necklace tighter.

"This is no longer a fight. This is judgment."

Nayla looked at Avici, her voice stern:

"You have to choose. Either burn with control, or we'll drown with him."

Avici's eyes flared again, but this time, with restraint.

He nodded once.

But Moha… Moha snapped.

"I am BEYOND judgment!"

With a roar, he released a new wave of Nameless Balance energy, forming a black spear and hurling it straight toward Nyi Roro Kidul.

She caught it.

Barehanded.

"Cute."

She crushed it into salt.

Then the world fell still.

Water turned to glass.

And a final whisper escaped her lips,

"Sagara sukma... Balikna marang kawitan."

"Oh subtle ocean... Return to your origin."

The battlefield collapsed inward—like a whirlpool consuming a dream.

Pressure.

Blinding light.

Soundless chaos.

Nyi Roro Kidul's final invocation had reduced the battlefield into an imploding spiral of salt, flame, and corrupted mana.

Moha's body flickered in and out of visibility, torn between realities as the Nameless Balance refused to protect him any longer.

"He's being erased!" Nayla screamed.

"Let him!" Avici snarled. "He deserves it."

But it wasn't that simple.

If Moha vanished now—so would the knowledge.

So would the trail to Narakasura.

So would the balance.

Meanwhile, beneath the spiraling wrath of Nyi Roro Kidul's divine storm, Moha knelt in a crater of salt, blood pouring from his lips.

His body, torn and pulsing with unstable Nameless Balance energy, flickered like a cracked shadow.

"No..." he snarled, barely audible."I will not end here."

The ocean groaned above him.

Nyi Roro Kidul descended like a divine blade.

Her trident gleamed with light drawn from the moon, the reef, and the oldest names beneath the tides.

"You were warned."

She raised the trident And plunged it down.

But right before it struck.

A tear in reality split open behind Moha.

It wasn't a spell. It wasn't even his doing.

It was residue. Chaos incarnate.

The last gift left by The Chaos before her demise, a shard of her being, sealed deep in Moha's chest like a cursed insurance policy.

"You're not done yet, puppet."A whisper of her voice, dripping like venom through his mind.

From the shadow rift, tentacles of black glass and starlight burst outward and pulled Moha in—vanishing him from Nyi Roro Kidul's strike just milliseconds before impact.

BOOM.

"EVERYONE, SHUT UP AND FOLLOW ME!"

That was Nayla.

Hair soaked. Echo Core glowing. Eyes bloodshot from overexertion.

She slammed both hands onto the ground,activating not only the Echo Core, but drawing a swirling sigil from memory.

The Archive's emergency escape protocol.

The forbidden one.

Daramahesa's eyes widened.

"Wait, you memorized THAT one?! That's literally called 'The Last Exit.'"

"WE. NEED. AN EXIT."

Putri raised her hand weakly, shielding them with the help of her tiger guardian.

"Then do it. We'll cover you."

Archive glyphs exploded beneath them in spinning rings, coded not just in words, but in intent.

The sigils flared:

Direction: Safety

Location anchor: Nearest landmass

Temporal flow: Real-time

Passenger sync: Vicki, Raka, Putri, Daramahesa

Emergency override: Initiated by Echo Core: Nayla of Siliwangi Lineage

"Let's hope this works…" Nayla whispered.

She gritted her teeth.

"Whispered Archive Override: Core Transfer Protocol – OPEN!"

BAM!!!

The entire ocean warped around them.The last thing they saw was Nyi Roro Kidul, hovering mid-air, raising her hand for one final blow.

And her voice echoing in their minds:

"You better pray this isn't the last time we meet, children of Dharma…"

Then.

FLASH.

Silence.

Warm wind.

Chirping birds.

Smell of wet jungle.

Nayla opened her eyes first.

Everyone was sprawled on the ground—bruised, wet, but alive.

Vicki was coughing.

Raka was drooling.

Daramahesa was unconscious in the most dramatic pose possible.

Putri sat up and blinked.

"Where… are we?"

Nayla checked the compass from the Archive.

"It says... we're in Kalimantan."

Everyone stared.

"WHAT?!"

"I just wanted land!!" Nayla shouted, frustrated.

"Well congrats," Daramahesa groaned, finally waking."You summoned Borneo."

Back in the ocean. Her spear hit the ocean floor, splitting the sea for miles.

Silence followed.

The Queen of the Southern Sea stared at the empty crater, rage twitching at the corner of her mouth.

"Coward," she whispered coldly.

Then, she closed her eyes and sent a telepathic message through the watery plane.

"To the girl of Siliwangi blood…""The cursed man escaped.""And you... are in the wrong land."

Nayla's eyes snapped open just as the party rematerialized in Kalimantan.

"Guys…" she muttered.

"He's still alive.""And we're not supposed to be here."

Daramahesa looked up at the sky.

"Great. Just great."

"Let me guess—we're gonna get eaten by something holier now?"

That's when suddenly the jungle trembled.

Vines twisted. Earth shook.

A pressure more ancient than the Archive fell upon them.

And from the mist...

Golden hooves touched the ground.

Wings folded.

A lion with an eagle's beak, glimmering in divine light, stepped forward.

Lembuswana.

"You are far from home," he rumbled, voice like stone cracking."And you've brought the storm with you."