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Part 204 The occult Gate

This mosque will be their temporary place to stay. Nayla and Ellea have even made makes emergency beds by deploying floor mattresses and sleeping bags that they carry in the caravan. The weather was hot, knowing that they were in the middle of the desert. The condition of this building is always quiet without any more activities, making them more comfortable, and as if to consider their own home. They make fireplaces for cooking. Coffee and tea are now available to accompany their long night in Timbuktu. Corn, sausages, and various barbeques are also made for their dinner menu later. Although they are carrying out the mission, but it looks exactly like they are recreation. A loud noise was heard from outside the walls of the mosque. Without them noticing there were several pairs of eyes lurking around them. The man wore a head covering that covered most of his face, only his eyes were visible. Hiding and keeping an eye on their movements.

"After me, the Tuareg were nomadic. Not the type of tribe that will settle in an area for a long time," said the Eagle, while enjoying the coffee is still warm.

"But according to historical records they were the first tribe to come to this area. And had mastered this place, before there were other tribes who began to enter," added Gio who was still greedy eating the barbeque that had just matured. Her appetite has increased considerably today.

"So we're sure that tonight infiltrated their place?" ask Arya.

"Well, there's no harm, right? We have to try every possibility. It makes sense, after all, that the key was hidden by the Tuareg. Maybe they spear the history of the city of Timbuktu?" The analysis of the Hero is quite acceptable to them.

"Keep us how? What's our job?" nayla asked, joining the crowd among the men who were discussing in the middle of their simple dinner. As the five men glanced at the girls, some did not respond, then stood up and looked for other food that was still on the grill, some even glanced back at Abi and Arya, because the two men are more entitled to decide.

Abi cleared his throat, fixing his seat facing the two women. "It's better that Nayla's mom is here. We don't know what we're going to face there, and Abi begs mom to take care of Ellea. Looks like Ellea got strep throat and finally got a fever."

Nayla glanced at her daughter-in-law, "are you sick?" he asked as he placed the back of his hand on Ellea's forehead. Ellea just smiled as she shook her head slowly, she also tried to brush off the hand of Nayla who was still checking her temperature.

"No. I'm okay. Wind is possible. Biyu nih is too worried," he looks by installing the look made. Nayla who was not completely trusting instantly gave a probing look to the woman in front of her and turned to her son. "It's impossible to get pregnant, right? So fast?!" nayla exclaimed and managed to make the newlyweds surprised.

"Ah, no! We just got married yesterday. I'm pregnant" said Ellea. Nayla still silently watched Ellea who looked wrong.

"Yuk, we're leaving now. It's getting late." The chatter of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finally cut off Arya's sentence. Hearing that the men immediately moved and prepared to infiltrate the Tuareg tribe residence.

They prepare everything carefully, from the equipment to be brought, clothes that can disguise their existence, to weapons to guard. They do not know what will be faced there, so regardless, of course, must be ready with all the risks that exist.

Ellea hugged Abhimanyu tightly. Pray and hope that their husband and all their colleagues will be safe and get what they are looking for.

Nayla and Arya also say goodbye to each other. As if about to follow a war, Nayla tidied Aryan clothes with a bitter look. "To go home alive, take care of Abhimanyu!" nayla's words were responded to with a faint smile on Arya's lips. The man then kissed his lover's forehead while stroking her soft cheeks. "You are also heart. Stay vigilant," said Arya back advising.

One by one began to exit the gate by settling the precipitate. While checking around like a thief. The distance to the Tuareg tribe residence is quite far if taken on foot. The night, the air gets colder because the wind blows faster than during the day. Tuareg city which was originally quiet, is now much quieter when night falls. There is no more activity of its inhabitants when the day is getting dark.

After the men left, Nayla and Ellea went back inside. But before entering Nayla felt something nearby, until finally Ellea invited Nayla inside and forgot her premonition just now. The two women just sat by the fireplace whose flame had been extinguished since earlier, leaving only a puff of smoke left over from the burning that was not so dense. The two women sat down, looking up at the sky. Millions of stars were beautifully studded above them. The quiet atmosphere actually made the two women feel better. Comfortable. Because they are used to getting away from the hustle and bustle of city life. They all begin to live another life, having learned about everything that is happening now. Nayla, who was originally a student with a normal life, is now starting to stay away from all her college activities. Especially after his memory has recovered. All he had in mind was just keep looking for the key. He thought, after all, then his life will return to normal.

On the other hand, Ellea who several times experienced a dream that she interpreted as a prediction of the future, made herself look more mature and calm. Although almost every night, he always dreamed the same thing, and made his sleep never restful again.

"Just a second!" exclaimed Ellea, while observing around them.

"Why?"

"So this atmosphere is not foreign, huh?" ask him to himself.

"Non-stranger? You mean you've experienced it, Ell. Javu?"

Ellea was silent as she thought, recalling the memories of what was missed, or whatever about the place they were now. "Not de javu. Because it's my first time coming here, Nay. But this atmosphere is not foreign. I feel like I've felt it before."

"Seriously you? Where's where?"

And suddenly, a shadow began to return in the memory of his brain. Although it looks faint, but Ellea is sure that the situation and circumstances are the same as he is experiencing now. One by one the shadows in his memory appeared. All same. Just like they did yesterday. Starting from their trip to this place, staying at one of the houses of worship, until when they let go of the men to explore the Tuareg tribe residence.

Ellea was panicking. He stood up while inspecting the surroundings while hiding. This made Nayla confused. "Why the hell, Ell?" nayla asked slightly hardened her sentence. He could not wait to hear Ellea's explanation that felt still hanging since he said, The atmosphere they were experiencing felt familiar.

Ellea turned to face Nayla. "Nay, urgent. If what I dreamt was right. Then we're in danger. The men too!" ellea shouted while whispering. But the net is wild checking around them. Ellea pulls Nayla inside and closes the door. "Why the hell?!" nayla asked even more confused to see Ellea's attitude.

"In a moment, someone will come here. They will take us" whispered Ellea with terrified eyes.

"bring us? Where to?" nayla asked in a panic. The shadow of the coming of the wicked, now began to roar in his mind.

"No idea. Clearly, our arrival was not expected by some."

"fast. I feel like someone's been stalking us since we were outside."

"Duh, how's dong. Did we warn the others?"

"If what you say is true, we should be worried about ourselves, Ell. We're just the two of us, but try to call Abi. Tell them to be careful" Nayla said.

Ellea nodded, then picked up the flat object inside her bag. Several times he made calls to Abhimanyu numbers, but his network was always busy. "Duh, not connected!" gerutu Ellea while pacing back and forth to and fro. While Nayla checked the window and looked outside. His eyes were watchful in every movement that was outside. Until finally what Ellea was worried about really happened. Nayla looked at the shadow of the people outside. Their attitude is strange, like the criminals in the movie. Nayla pulls Ellea's body closer to her. They hide from uninvited guests outside.

"Where dong," whispered Ellea somewhat frantically.

"We should avoid them. They're pretty big, Ell. Even if we fight, I'm sure, we can't beat them both!" nayla is desperate.

"We're going the other way?" ellea asked as she pointed towards the other room behind them. Nayla nodded, then they went to another room that they had not searched before since coming to this place.

Apparently this place of worship is quite spacious with several other rooms in it. The atmosphere is quite dark because there is rarely electricity. Especially for abandoned buildings, the electricity is deliberately cut off. They passed through several empty rooms to the end of the room. A door became their goal now. Believed to be taking them out of this place and free from strangers out there.

"Locked!" peek at Ellea while pressing the doorknob.

"Ouch!" nayla Gerrick.

A loud sound was heard from the front. The door they had locked had been forcefully opened, and it certainly made the two women even more frightened.

"What do we do, Nay!" ellea whine. Nayla looked for another way out, until she finally found a foothold on the perimeter wall of the building. At the back of this building, there is an empty land that was once a park. Because there are the rest of the flower pots that have withered and some are empty with sand deposits carried by the wind.

"Go there, Ell!" point Nayla to a large box near the wall. Ellea immediately obeyed Nayla's words, he climbed into the big box that finally reached the top of the wall, he began to jump over the wall to get out. After Ellea made it out, it was Nayla's turn. While Ellea waited for the woman to descend, she only looked at Nayla while looking at her anxiously. He was afraid that their escape would fail and Nayla who was still climbing was caught by a group of people who had now pushed into the house.

But suddenly Ellea's mouth was smothered from behind. He nodded while looking back. There are a few people now behind them. They manage to capture Ellea and make Nayla unable to dwell. They finally resigned in drag away in an escape attempt earlier.

The two women were taken elsewhere, walking between houses and other abandoned buildings. Some of the people who were herding them looked foreign. They have firearms and make it impossible for Nayla and Ellea to fight back. Both women resigned and according to which will be taken to where.

But in the middle of the road there was someone blocking them. They stop automatically, one of the people carrying Nayla and Ellea screams in a language they don't understand. This gave a big question mark in the minds of Ellea and Nayla. From the voice of the man in front of them, it looked foreign. The man was not one of their friends.

"Who is he, huh?" nayla asked whispered to Ellea who was standing nearby. Ellea shook her head, she was as clueless as Nayla, as she wore a face mask like most of the townspeople.

When one of the gang attacked the man in front, the two women stepped aside. And there was a fierce battle.5 men against 1 man. An unbalanced number, but the greatness of their helper man was beyond doubt his ability. Within a few minutes, the five fell.

He is now standing in the midst of an enemy who is already unconscious. Closer to the two women while slowly opening her face cover.

In the darkness of the night, and with the help of only moonlight, they could now see the face of their helper. Ellea and Nayla were shocked. "Alan?!" scream them together.

Alan smiled broadly while tidying up the weapons he used against the enemies earlier.

"What are you doing here?!" nayla asked in surprise mixed with suspicion seeing the man in this place with them.

"You're following us?!" guess Ellea next.

Alan took a deep breath, looked around them, then took the two women away. "Let me explain on the road, we have to help your friends!"

"Wait on! Who're they?" point Nayla to the person who almost kidnapped her earlier.

"They are the Mora tribe. Militants are destroying this city. They're also after the key you're looking for" Alan explained as he continued to walk ahead.

"Alane! Who are you really! Why do you know about ... The key?! When you were in that house, you lied! You know who we are and what our purpose is, right?!" resolutely Ellea slightly raised her tone.

Alan stopped walking and turned to face the two women behind him. "Obviously, I'm on your side. I've been watching you all this time and helping you when you're in trouble, without you knowing!"

"And why are you so good? Or do you want the key? Huh yeah?"

"No, Nay. I ... The whole of one angel."

"Javaid. Every night he hears the prayer of one of the inhabitants of heaven, that we may protect you."

"Heaven dwellers?"

"Your friends. Adi!"

The two women suddenly glared, their hearts melted at the name. Adi, the name of the person they so longed for is spoken again from the mouth of a stranger.

"Adi?"

"Yes, he's one of the inhabitants of heaven. But some time ago after hearing from you, he was anxious. And begging us to help you."

"So you're also an angel?"

"No, I'm just a maid of archangel. My position is not that high. Well, my boss is a bouncer, ", Alan explained, staring at the sky.

Nayla and Ellea looked at each other. They finally believed the word Alan said. And continue the journey to catch up with their other friend.

"So what tribe was that?"

"Mora," said Alan flatly, as he continued walking.

"Not Tuareg?"

"Different. There are many groups or tribes like you said. And each tribe does not live in peace forever. Even if they're side by side."

"Mora's? Wicked? Why did they kidnap us?"

"Because they're just like you, after the key. They're demon worshippers, and want to resurrect the demon lord."

"Eum, by the way, our goal of collecting those 10 keys also seems to be the same as theirs," explained Nayla slowly.

"Yes. I-i know. When the key is gathered, the magic door opens, the last Nephilim duty kills him. And shut the door again by smashing the door with the key."

"In the meantime, last Nephilim? That ... Ellea, right?" nayla asked to stop walking, blocking Alan.

Alan glanced at Ellea who looked nervous. "Yes, he. He's the one who's gonna kill the demon king."

"But how?"

Alan glanced back at Ellea. Ellea avoided looking back at Alan. "By blowing it up."

"Detonate? The ell? Do you know how?" Nayla turned to look at Ellea.

"We'll think about it later, Nay. We'd better meet the other friends, I don't feel good," Elak Ellea as she passed away leaving them. Nayla felt the unpleasant feeling of seeing Ellea's attitude. Alan then follows Ellea, followed by Nayla who still leaves many questions in her head.

"Lan, is the key really in the hands of the Tuareg?" ellea asked as she quickened her pace.

"Yes, they are the ones who keep. But, it was not easy to persuade them to give the key. Believe this. You have to take it to get that thing."

"Still far away, Lan?" asked Nayla who managed to catch up with their steps.

"At the end of there. That's their residence. Be careful, they're pretty old-fashioned and don't like strangers!" advice Alan.

They began to approach a tightly closed perimeter wall. Inside it looks a towering roof sign that the building inside is quite large. Even though the shape and color remain the same as the others.

"Where do we get in? The door must be guarded!" whiskey Nayla.

"Easy." Alan held onto the move of the two women. And suddenly they were behind the wall. They made it in.

"Hide away!" alan whispered as he passed into the bush, Nayla and Ellea automatically followed Alan, when there were two people passing by.

"I guess they've gone inside yet, huh?" whispered Ellea.

"It looks like it's already." Alan immediately walked around looking for a way inside.

Arriving at a door that turns locked, making Alan teleport, again. And they easily went inside. And right, where everyone is there. Their friend's friend was in a tied state, his face battered.

"Aw, ow. We got it wrong" Alan said, raising both his hands as a samurai stood in front of his heart.

Ellea followed Alan, because there was a dagger on her neck.

"The maid archangel was afraid of the sword," Nayla sneered as she placed a hand behind her head.

Alan looked up at the sky, and there was a pentagram that made him weaken. "Plancession! Sorry, I can't help you" she explained the meaning of the picture above.

In just a few seconds, the earth felt trembling. The walls moved like there was an earthquake around them. Everyone panicked a little. Both ran away, but they still held back. The sky cracked, making the pentagram above him broken. Until finally there was a light coming from above. And down to the middle of the room.

As soon as the light dimmed, there was someone standing there, with two large wings on his back. "Javaid," muttered Alan with a smirk of victory.

The man with a large tall body, his shoulder muscles bulging, his eyes glaring sharp like an eagle, plus his skin that glistened like pearl powder appeared. He stared intently at the people in this room. The Tuareg retreated. Put down their weapons and bow down.

"What the hell is this?" javaid asked in a heavy, horrible voice. "Let them go!" have him look at one of the more authoritative Tuareg tribes who are sitting in a chair of pride. He told his men to release Abi and his friend.

"They're my goddamn mess! Fill what they want!" Javaid looks cold and flat. It made everyone shudder to see it. He walked closer to Wira. Staring at him clingy. "What did I say? When you're with them, you're weak!" Javaid then put his palm on the forehead of Wira. The light is back visible. And the shadow of the Hero looks charming with two large wings that are the same as Javaid. "Your job's done. We're home!" javaid then flew back up. Penetrating the Sky.

The hero feels his ability back. He looked at everyone in the room with a smile. Without a word, he followed Javaid back into the sky.

Alan as an intermediary they asked for the key that they had been looking for. And automatically the Tuareg tribes can not resist the wishes of Alan. The key is in their hands. Even with the payment, the hero no longer fights with them.

"Yuk, back! Don't be late here, afraid they change their minds" whispered Alan after getting the key.

They went from there, back to where they came from. Because tonight, too, they're leaving Timbuktu. Not taking any risks, lingering in that place for a long time, because there was not a single person they could trust.

Now the goods have entered the caravan. Alan began to say goodbye to them one by one.

"You're not coming with us? At least get to the airport or a better place, maybe?" ask Nayla.

"No, Nay. I have a way to go. And my job is done. Ah, yes, the sky earlier, it's one of the magical gates to the sky. So if you want to meet the hero quickly, get there."

"Oh, but it looks like we will find another way if we need a Hero," explained Gio who dislikes this place.

"So, Javaid is known by Tuareg?" ask Abhimanyu. Alan nodded and greeted them one by one.

Until when he arrived in front of Ellea, he just smiled pity. "Are you sure, ready for the consequences, Ell?" alan whispered.

Ellea nodded, "be careful on the road. May we meet again."

Alan breathed heavily. "You're a great woman."

He then held the woman's hand tightly. And started waving hands about to leave. Alan walked away, no one knew where he was headed. Clearly, he already had another task. That is his position on earth. He's an angel bouncer. As he called it.

Abi approached Ellea, hugging her waist with a loving look. Ellea looked at her husband with a happy look.