SUSKALA [Introduction Diary of the Soul Cluster ]
Chapters 15. The Darkness [Part 1]

On that night, Sangkala felt that something had changed inside her. The energy flowing in his mortal body was like overflowing.

The teacher came before Sangkala and explained, maybe what Sangkala feels right now has something to do with what the girl did yesterday.

Crossing dozens of spirits trapped in the ghost dimension to the realm of peace. And it seems like that power is a gift from God.

And that night, Sangkala became able to see another sighting in space. Apparitions that were previously invisible because of the power on Sangkala's weak body.

Sangkala could see a black magic entity.

Santets.

Sangkala had to chase after the keris that flew right past his head. Along the way, an evil air escaped from the flying sharp weapon.

Sangkala darted through the thick of the night for almost an hour. The restaurant then stopped at the top of a luxury housing complex.

Who was the target of this witchcraft?

In one of the rooms in the mansion, Sangkala felt the pressure of such a huge dark aura. Netra Sangkala saw a thin, dry woman lying on the bed, contrasting with the luxurious feel of the building.

It looks like the woman is the wife of an official. When he closed his eyes, he felt a great energy enter him.

As soon as his two demonic eyes opened, Sangkala could see the effect of the witchcraft attack on the helpless woman's body before him.

It turns out that a lot of keris stuck in the woman's body, to infiltrate deeply.

Barbarians, I have to find the mastermind. Emotions Sangkala peaking

With his bare hands, Sangkala pulled one by one the keris stuck in the woman's stomach to make the woman scream hysterically in pain.

From the original stomach was enlarged like three times the balloon, until it began to deflate as the disappearance of the keris stuck.

The dark treasures, Sangkala must uproot them.

That night, with the reduction of embedded heirlooms, the woman's physical condition also improved. Sangkala freed the shackles from the helpless woman.

However, right at the time of the last heirloom was about to be revoked Sangkala. He felt an unpleasant air approaching him.

Uh! Why am I feeling bad?

BRAAK!

Sangkala slightly bounced back when the arrival of a grandmother with a height that is not like people in general.

The grandmother's face looks wrathful with a gaze on her and a face with dominant wounds that are round.

Wh-what's that?!

"Hi hi hi hi hi... Who is this boy's ghost? Why did you take out my heirloom, he?" Sangkala's ears buzz when they hear a hoarse voice that feels unworthy to hear.

"NOT POLITE, YOU..." The grandmother shouted

"Heh, apparently this is you, witch!"

"What's wrong with this woman? Why do you have Mem—"

"SILENCE!!"

"Little talk a lot too you!" The grandmother's reply cut Sangkala's question

"Put it back to where it was, boy! Otherwise, regret you later..!" Continue with threats

As the grandmother opened her palm and broke Sangkala, the girl saw a symbol with the same image of stars and circles as the symbol on the palm of the headless woman.

Is this female shaman a devotee?!

Not running what the grandmother assigned, making the shaman furious. And with his knowledge he pushed Sangkala without touching to make the girl bounce back.

Sangkala grimaced sickly. "Uurghs!"

"Hi hi hi... Just this time I found out there were ghosts meddling in shaman business. I locked it into a bottle of wind oil, and I just found out how you feel..!"

With great difficulty Sangkala stood up with the rest of his strength. It was the first time Sangkala really felt attacked as a ghost.

It turned out that the shaman entered the astral world so that it could injure Sangkala. It's just that his face looks rotten and disgusting.

"Hi hi hi... There must be punishment for your stupidity, ghost boy!"

"UHKK-"

With one hand, the shaman managed to make Sangkala kneel down without touching her. Sangkala felt suffocated, his neck felt like it was about to be broken.

"AHKK-UH. DIETE-UGH!"

"You've come to the wrong place, boy! I'll make you feel true suffering without ever meeting your death. Hi hi hi hi!"

"You can't be—"

CRAKKS

With great courage, Sangkala cut off his own head so as not to be exposed to more deeply the black magic of the shaman.

Now Sangkala's body and head are separated. Blood was everywhere. His head was carried in both hands.

The grandmother shook for a moment in surprise before she laughed. "Hi hi hi... Nice try, kid!"

"But don't forget, you're in MY territory!!"

The shaman returned his magic to Sangkala making him again and again the girl fell. His head that was in his hand was bounced right in front of the shaman.

"HI HIII HIHIIIIII....!!"

The grandmother trampled Sangkala's head with her rotten legs, kicking and playing it made Sangkala grimace full of pain.

When he was satisfied to play, the shaman began to float his stick and keris right in Sangkala's head.

Fortunately, help arrived on time.

The rays of warmth began to feel Sangkala.

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...Day Notes 14 ...

...Dear, diary......

...From the eyes of a ghost, I became more open to seeing the abominations of the human heart. Creatures that are often proud of as a noble creation turned out to be able to incarnate into demons....

...By utilizing the black world, they could hurt their fellowmen. They no longer heed humanity to share with the darkness in order to satisfy mere passions....

...However, even though in the proof this time I met a little problem, it turned out that fate answered my prayers. That I was reunited with him......

^^^-Sangkala ^^^