The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Heirloom

Ancient people say, maghrib is a time of change of nature, where the supernatural nature began its activities. However, many people ignored him, considering that those people could not see 'them' unseen.

The full moon tonight is covered by a horde of black clouds, making the earth seem dim. Especially in this village, a village that is still very traditional and thick with mystical traditions.

There is a taboo in the village, which is not allowed to roam above nine o'clock at night. So forced, the meeting and series of activities of KKN children only lasted until eight o'clock at night.

"Indeed, why are we meeting until Malem anyway?" gerutu one of the students who was holding a KKN in the village. "It's so exciting to have dibatesin gini. The cave doesn't believe the same thing, alay."

The leader of the group could only smile at the riled face of one of his comrades. "Gua also does not like the same abstinence in this village, because we have limited discussion time, but the custom is still customary, gaes. We must be respected wherever we stand. Every region has rules, and we as guests are obliged to obey."

The residence of men and women is separated, so that the children of KKN can not hold a meeting to discuss the program more flexible, considering there is no network also in this place, so inevitably they have to meet face to face. They have to wait until dawn to start a discussion about the program they are running.

Curfew-related regulations do not only apply to entrants. Even the locals did not dare to go out at that hour. There has even been a story, about one family who died for breaking abstinence.

At that time there was a wife who was pregnant and was about to give birth at that time, but because the time was in the middle of the night, there was no power and effort. However, because he could not bear to see his wife in pain, the husband was desperate to go out of the house to ask for help from other residents. It's just that no one dared to open the door for the man until his wife and child in the womb died. It was also reported that the man disappeared that night. No one can find it anywhere even though the residents have been looking for it all over the village.

A week later, the body of the husband was found rotting near the river to the house of a village elder. It is suspected that he was kidnapped by a subtle creature while on the run to the house of the most powerful person in the village, when his wife was in need of help to give birth.

Since then, residents have been increasingly afraid to violate existing restrictions. No one dared to go out at night. There was an incident that required them to leave, so the interested citizens left from afternoon and returned to the village in the morning.

Damn, tonight one of the students who are rebellious and do not like the strange abstinence decided to make a tantrum. He deliberately wandered around at half-nine in the evening and intended to go home later.

"See Steve didn't, Ta?" asked Alvin, the chairman of KKN to a quiet man who has a pretty handsome face.

"Look," answered Manta flatly.

"Wow, where'd that go?" Alvin was worried, from earlier he glanced towards the watch he was wearing.

Time is almost nine o'clock at night, but Steve hasn't returned to basecamp yet.

"Well, how's he not coming home, Vin? We looking?" ask one of the KKN members.

"Don't. We can't add to the problem. Let the cave itself seek" replied Alvin.

Manta forbid Alvin. "Let's cave," he said.

"Well! Let's just say Manta, he's the world's most hockey guy!"

"Agreed!"

Alvin breathed a sigh. "Yes already." He looked at Manta. "Ta, please, yeah. Inget, if there's something dangerous, you go right."

"okay." Darmanta walked to his room, and he came out with a long object covered in white cloth. After that, he went out to look for Steve.

Time has shown at nine o'clock. The atmosphere was suddenly silent and the aura in this village changed.

The sound of nocturnal birds slowly began to fill the void. Every one of them is full of pressure. The KKN squads who were inside the house could only worry. They dare not peek out the window. For faintly began to sound the clattering of bells and boisterous steps outside the house.

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"Well, what the hell is scared of?" steve said monologue. He is currently sitting alone at a patrol station where KKN children gather for a meeting to discuss work programs.

From a distance there was a crowd of people walking towards him.

"Tuh, right! Still rame at this hour."

Slowly the crowd became more and more visible. They were lined up carrying coffins of corpses with black cloth inscribed with Javanese script. Suddenly Steve goosebumps, but hasn't made him leave.

When the row of coffin bearers almost passed by, the young man smiled. "Sir" said.

"Who died, sir?" ask Steve.

They turned their heads toward Steve in unison, making the young man shocked to death.

The faces of the bearers were so pale. Expressionless they all still looked towards Steve. Of course it was looked at like that made the young man's hair goosebumps. He got up and left.

However, suddenly the curtain in the form of a black cloth covering the coffin flew just wrapped around Steve.

"To-please!" shouted the limp youth. He did not have the strength to just scream for help. After all, free of charge, residents also refused to come out to help him.

The cranes opened as if they were ready to transport it. Apparently the coffin was not transported, but rather floated on the shoulders of those who carried it. Suddenly the corpse bearers who looked like humans were turned into a row of pocongs.

Because of his fear, Steve's vision suddenly began to blacken. He felt weak until finally collapsed unconscious and drooped on the ground.

The young man was taken away by a band of bandits. However, in the middle of the path the creature was traveling, another young man stood in his way.

"Give the man back" said Manta. "Not the dead should disturb the living, and vice versa. However, if one party violates the laws of nature, do not blame the other party for resisting."

He took off a white cloth that covered a black-gloved sword. Manta held the ancient-looking sword sheath with his left hand, while his right hand held the handle.

"Go," he said in a flat tone as he lifted a little sword out of the sheath.

The glare of light emanated from the sword to make the entourage of the corpse fly and run away in droves.

Only, the black coffin was still floating in front of Darmanta.

"So you're the boss, huh?" ask Manta. "Lamp."

Lampor is one of the demons from Java described as the sighting of a flying coffin. Those who come out at night and see the lampor will disappear and will not return. Other stories say that for example the person returns then they will not be the same person from before aka crazy. Lampor is also a sign of death.

Darmanta took out a sword from his nest. He rubbed the sword body from the base to the end while muttering something.

"Iro Yudho Wicaksano" he said.

The ancient Javanese scripture appears in the body of the sword which means 'Satria who dare to fight for truth, uphold justice based on the principle of wisdom'.

Iro Yudho Wicaksano is a legacy of the ancient royal warrior who prioritizes courage, bravery, humility, and wisdom from the way of life of war soldiers. The philosophy of the Knights is full of ethos, dedication, struggle, hard work, and unyielding.

The sword in Manta's hand gave off a thin light. Now the young man clasped his sword with two hands. Highlight his eyes sharp as if intimidating Lampor.

The lamp shot rapidly towards Manta. It seemed like the creature wanted the life and blood of its challenger.

Darmanta raised his sword high. Gradually the thin light was getting brighter as if absorbing the natural energy around it.

"Split the darkness with your light, Bengisuro."

He pressed the sword down quickly and forcefully until it split the night wind. The light split the Lampor into two parts, but did not hurt Steve who was in it. The creature vanished into a puff of black smoke, leaving Steve lying on the ground.

Heirloom is a legacy of the past that contains mystical elements in it. Darmanta's Bengisura Sword is one of the heirloom weapons that are not passed down through blood. This one heirloom lives and chooses its own master. In his pronunciation, Bengisura is said to be Bengisuro.

Manta takes Steve home to basecamp. Since that night the village elder announced that the village was safe from the night disturbance. Only the old man knew the truth about the fight of one of the KKN youth with Lampor.

"Matur nuwun" said the village elder to Darmanta. He kept it a secret that night and swallowed the truth all by himself.

Manta smiled faintly at the old man. "Together."