The Mute of The Demon Cave
In the midst of political intrigue and warfare during the founding of the Majapahit Kingdom, Jagat Wengi, a cunning and individualistic 25-year-old book thief, takes center stage. As he navigates the treacherous landscapes of both the martial arts world and the royal court, Jagat Wengi undergoes a remarkable transformation from villain to Anti-Hero. Torn between conflicting loyalties and a quest for redemption, he becomes known as “The Mute of The Demon Cave” after a fateful encounter leaves him voiceless. Armed with secret arts and fueled by revenge, Jagat Wengi embarks on a perilous journey to seek justice against those who betrayed him. Blending elements of fantasy, including magic, mysticism, and local myths, this historical fiction offers an enthralling tale of power, sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of goodness in a world steeped in darkness.
The Demoness is Back
Gendis' eyes were not as soft as before. Her smile was no longer sweet. It was replaced by anger and hatred. The knife was already in the air.
*Knock! Knock!
Jagat's hand had slipped to the side of the wooden bed. He knocked hard. Calling for help from Ki Wardiman. But the sound of the fire was probably stronger than the knock on the wood. Jagat was on his own.
Rolling over the cot, Jagat fell to the floor and quickly caught Gendis's leg. But his action did not prevent the knife from slicing through his arm.
Even though it only hit the arm, it was enough to cause stinging and pain. Along with the pain in his neck. Jagat grabbed Gendis's fallen leg. In a pinched position, Jagat's foot kicked the cupboard, knocking over everything in it. The noise immediately woke Ki Wardiman.
"Gendis!"
Ki Wardiman, who had been preparing a potion for Jagat's treatment, ran into the room and quickly pulled Gendis. Out of Jagat's reach.