The wind drifted softly through the ruins of Wanasura Village. Sancaka stood among the remnants of his past. He did not leave immediately. Instead, he walked slowly, searching for something worth taking. Among the wreckage of his home, he found a small family painting. The edges were charred, but the faces within were still faintly visible his father, his mother, and his sister.
His hand trembled slightly, yet his expression remained flat. He kept it. Not far from there, he found an old toy—a metal sky puppet he used to play with as a child. It was cold, covered in ash. Still, he picked it up and brushed it clean. The toy brought back memories. He used to play with it often, especially with Gatot. Gatot had always brought one to school.
His next steps led him to the ruined storage of the village knights. Among the shattered weapons, he found something intact, a jacket made of dragon leather.
Sancaka thought for a moment. None of Wanasura's knights had worn something like this. He vaguely remembered a shipment of dragon hide arriving when he was guarding the village gate. He lifted the jacket, observing its surface, it remained strong, untouched by destruction.
Without hesitation, he put it on. It fit perfectly. Sancaka pulled the card from his pocket. The words remained unchanged: "Eliminate all Dharma."
He closed it. Then turned away. His steps led toward the northern forest.
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The forest was wild, dark, and filled with monsters. But to Sancaka, it was not a threat. It was hunting ground. Shadows moved between the trees. Several Kurawa Aul emerged, surrounding him with feral intent. Without fear, Sancaka moved.
The first slash severed a head from its body. The second came before blood could even hit the ground. A gunshot shattered the air. Screams and howls echoed, then faded. One by one, the Kurawa Aul fell.
Sancaka reveled in the slaughter, testing each of his abilities. Moments later, the forest returned to silence. Dismembered bodies lay scattered across the ground. Sancaka stood still, Kurawa blood dripping from his blade.
He raised his left hand. Blood clung to his skin, Then it was absorbed by the dark aura. His body trembled slightly. His eyes widened just a little as realization dawned. He touched his lips, then his stomach. "I haven't eaten… but I feel full," he muttered.
He looked at his blackened hand. "So this is…" His voice was quiet.
"I consume blood now." There was no disgust. No rejection. Only acceptance of something new.
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Sancaka continued walking through the forest without direction, Until he saw a lake. From a distance, the water looked calm and clear. As he approached, something caught his attention. A family. They laughed softly, sitting peacefully by the water.
Sancaka focused his gaze on two faces among them. Familiar. He slowed his steps, staying hidden within the shadows of the trees. And when he saw them clearly, His eyes froze.
"…Abas… Tara…"
For a brief moment, there was relief. They were alive. He wanted to call out to them. But something, an instinct, told him to stay silent. To observe. From where he stood, he could hear their voices.
"…We were lucky to leave before the village was destroyed," Abas said.
"Yeah… otherwise, we'd be dead too," Tara replied softly.
Sancaka did not move.
"The Dharma really kept their promise. The gold is enough to last us a long time," Abas continued.
"Good thing we knew the location of the bloodstone storage and told them," Tara said. "That's why we got rewarded."
"…Otherwise, we would've gotten nothing," Abas added.
Fragments of memory flashed. Their last meeting. Their plan to go to Jayakarsa City. Their refusal of protection. It had all been a lie. They weren't travelling, They were escaping.
Sancaka eyes widened. Anger rise, But then, His expression changed to smile and cold, Footsteps broke the quiet.
Abas and Tara flinched.
Sancaka stepped into view, Smiling.
"Sancaka?" Abas said, shocked. Their faces turned pale. "You… you're alive?"
Sancaka did not answer immediately. "I heard everything," he said, his smile unchanged.
"S-Sancaka… we're sorry, we…" Tara voice trembled.
Sancaka raised his hand, stopping her.
"Wanasura Village… is gone."
Silence.
"Everyone… is dead."
Their eyes widened.
"Including me."
A pause.
"At least… I was supposed to be."
Sancaka looked at them deeply.
"Someone brought me back to life."
His voice remained calm.
"But I'm not the same anymore."
Abas and Tara felt it.
Something was wrong.
"Right now… I'm very angry."
His smile remained.
"I will kill every Dharma in this world."
He stepped closer.
"And before that…"
His gaze shifted behind them.
The family. The children.
"A happy family right there."
In one swift motion, His blade flashed. Blood sprayed. Screams shattered the air. Bodies fell. Sancaka gave them no time to react.
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After it was over, Sancaka stopped. He stood in silence, observing the result. His gaze shifted toward the forest. A group of Kurawa Aul passed by. Something crossed his mind. His smile darkened. Abas and Tara were still alive, Barely. Bound. Unable to move.
In front of them, their family still breathed.
"Please… Sancaka… don't…" Abas's voice broke.
Tara cried.
Sancaka said nothing, he only watched.
As the Kurawa Aul approached. One step, Two steps, Then they lunged. Screams echoed through the forest. Cries followed. Abas and Tara begged, shouting in desperation.
Sancaka only watched. He did not care. He did not intervene. He showed no emotion. Moments later, Silence. Their family made no sound anymore. Sancaka walked toward them. Abas and Tara cried, begging.
No smile. No anger. Only emptiness. When he stood close enough, His blade moved twice. Clean and cold. Two heads fell from their bodies. And everything ended in silence.