The Mate I Never Chose
He simply flicked his wrist, and a wall of solidified, violet light slammed into Arung, throwing him backward across the platform, pinning him to a slab of rock.
"Stay," the man commanded, his voice vibrating through the very air. He looked at Rangga, his expression one of cold, clinical curiosity. "The show is just beginning, and you, my dear boy, are the lead performer."
The platform tilted, dropping into the abyss. Rangga’s last sight before the darkness swallowed them whole was the man’s hand, reaching out, not to strike, but to guide the mountain's power directly into Rangga’s soul.
He didn't just want to harvest the mountain. He wanted to claim the key.
The abyss roared, and the platfo