Chapter 6: The Warrior’s First Fall

The impact sent Aina flying, crashing into the stone ruins with a force that knocked the wind out of her lungs. Pain exploded through her ribs as she struggled to rise.

Rahim approached, his mechanical arm humming with a strange energy. "Disappointing. I expected more from the so-called Heir of the Twilight Sun."

Aina spat blood, her vision spinning. She had fought spirits, but this—this was different. This was real.

Tok Rimau intercepted Rahim before he could strike again, their blades clashing in a deadly dance of experience versus raw power. "Run, Aina!"

But she refused.

Clenching her fists, she reached deep within her core, searching for the flicker of Semangat Energy she had felt before. The power of warriors past. The strength of the forgotten.

"Lend me your strength..."

A soft glow pulsed from within her chest—her Semangat awakening once more.

Her hands ignited with golden fire. The very air around her shifted, as if bending to her will. For the first time, she truly felt it—the power waiting inside her.

Rahim's smirk faded. "So, it's true."

Aina exhaled sharply. Her body still ached, but she planted her feet firmly, ready to fight again.

The battle was far from over.