Requirements to the Heavenly Fields

Theria calmly and almost seemed unwilling to give Elia a chance to visit the Heavenly Field or now called the Azaila Field by Elia saying.

"It could be, but not now or in the near future."

"Why?"

Elia sulked. She had already imagined that she could take a walk to a cool place, so that she could feel the relaxed atmosphere naturally. Her shadow of happiness was confounded by Theria's half-saying.

"Like there's a condition for me to get in there," Elia caught the signs.

Theria grinned, "She began to become more intelligent and could read the signs now. I think it's better not to procrastinate to cultivate it."

"There are indeed conditions," said Theria to Elia.

"What's that?"

"You have to kill the monster first, and then I will allow you to visit the Heavenly Fields," Theria said lightly, like a parent who promised to buy his child a sophisticated gadget if the child managed to get an A on all subjects.

"You're kidding me?"

"No. Didn't you say you want to kill the monster?"

Theria spoke seriously to remind Elia of her current purpose in life. The seriousness of Theria succeeded in reawakening Elia's intentions, which seemed to have been deceived by the atmosphere and freshness of the fruit.

Elia, who got the challenge, began to think carefully and suspected the Heavenly Field to the point that in order to get there she had to kill the monster first.

"Why is that? I've come to know that the Heavenly Field is so special that it's worth exchanging for the monster's life."

Theria nodded. The look in his eyes instantly fell into Elia's pupils and it made Elia blink. Immediately She didn't ask any other questions. There was an explanation that did not need to be verbally expressed and this time Elia felt it again. Elia then lowered her head. She could not stare at Theria for much longer.

"Alright, but I need everyone's help to do it. I realized, doing it alone won't work."

Elia spoke softly as she implicitly acknowledged her weakness and defeat.

"I'll determine the training menu for you, but you need to answer some of my questions first," Theria didn't get sick. He seemed to have just been warned not to waste time.

"Question?"

Theria snapped his fingers and it made all the food disappear.

Elia was surprised not to breathe for a moment when she saw the instantaneous change in the room.

"To a more appropriate place. If you stay here you can glance at them at any time and lose concentration."

Elia did not refute. Instantly she remembered how she had learned since she was in elementary school. She always wanted snacks and when there was a snack nearby, her concentration of more than half would be centered on her snack. Her brain processes the taste of good food more than the subject matter. As a result, Elia was not very accomplished, but her grades were not too bad either.

"We're going to just start? I haven't slept yet," said Elia, "Nor have I showered since..."

"You will sleep when I allow you to sleep, you will also take a bath when I allow it," Theria affirmed. An aura of disciplinary ness was attached to his way of speaking.

Elia could no longer see Theria as an approachable man. Theria in front of him is like a disciplinary teacher who will punish her when she makes the slightest mistake. Theria was completely different from a few seconds ago. Elia swallowed.

"You understand?" Theria pressed down.

Elia wanted to refuse, but was unlikely to be approved by Theria. A power fight with him just to sleep must be a ridiculous choice. So, Elia chose to follow the rules of Theria. She just nodded.

"You have to concentrate on answering my question. Follow me."

No more tone of request with a choice of yes or no answer. Every utterance of Theria must be followed.

Elia got up quickly and followed Theria sitting cross-legged on the floor by the pool. They sat facing the fish pond swimming quietly in the pool, to the point that no waves could be seen from the surface.

Theria coded with his firm demeanor for Elia to follow him. Sit back and relax, but you can't bend over. When Elia's pose was in line with what was wanted, Theria invited Elia to take a slow breath.

"Meditation? This was unexpected," said Elia in her head. She was confused for a moment and didn't wonder anymore why she had to do it.

"If you want to kill the monster I do need to practice, maybe he will later tell me how too," Elia thought. Armed with that thought, Elia followed the theories' instructions in silence.

"How do you know the place as a Ruang?"

The tone of Theria's speech felt like a singing bowl being touched upon. The voice crept softly with a frequency that caught Elia's attention to move into her own peace then found an answer from there.

"No one mentioned the name of the place to me, but the situation and conditions made me feel a sense of emptiness at some point so I thought it was a Ruang Hampa."

"Why do you come to think it's a Ruang Hampa?"

"Why?"

Unknowingly, the fish pond beside them began to surging and the spring water began to rise slowly, creating small air bubbles from the bottom of the pond.

"Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere of the room, there was only emptiness and depressing dim light. I was desperate, there was no one I could talk to, it made me tormented, the strangeness in there made me think of emptiness. At first it was completely empty and scary, I couldn't do anything, rejecting it or running away from it only made me more entangled to the point of shortness of breath, nausea, and dizziness," Elia began to feel something moving up from her coccyx. Her chest rippled.

"What did you encounter the first time?"

Elia was inseparable from the look in Theria's eyes. If the look in the eye included magic, then Theria was using his magic to keep Elia from looking away from his questions.

"After the room became empty, I didn't meet anyone. I heard the voice of a singer or a verse reader? I don't know, they're male and female. I don't think they're just singing because their voices are like whimpering, paddling, pitting, asking, lifting and dropping, and then there are times when it's like being forced, all the flavors are mixed up there. There are times when their voices seem to deliberately tell the sorrows, then the tragedies, then the heart-wrenching losses, I get to tears and vomit because of it, there continues to be the sound of music, and a Dalang, I talk to him...."

Elia was surprised by herself to be able to name the figure after searching for it since she had been looking for it.

"Aha! I remember now, yes, his name is Dalang!"

"Dalang?"

Theria prevented Elia from continuing her remarks. There was a faint shadow that made Theria realize who the singer Elia was referring to and also what music she heard there. That means the Ruang Hampa that Elia entered had a supernatural dimension with Java.

Theria thought, "That Territory has been asleep for a long time."

"Yes, I don't know if he's the Dalang if he doesn't mention himself as the Dalang. Is he a demon?"