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In a world where ancient Malay martial arts intertwine with mystical forces, Aina Batrisya, a teenage girl of mixed Malay-Chinese descent, discovers an extraordinary gift—she can perceive the Aura of Semangat Energy. Born with only one functioning eye, she is fated to wield a power that ebbs and flows with the cycles of the moon.

When a powerful artifact, the Gendang Pahang, is stolen from the National Museum, Aina is thrust into a hidden war between the Persatuan Gerhana, a ruthless syndicate stealing mystical relics, and the Orang Bunian, enigmatic forest guardians. At the heart of this conflict stands Rahim Tempurung, a deranged archaeologist turned warlord, seeking to resurrect the lost kingdom of Gangga Negara using forbidden magic.

Guided by the mysterious Tok Rimau, a hermit warrior who holds the secrets of forgotten silat techniques, Aina embarks on a perilous journey through both the physical and spiritual realms of Malaysia. From the misty peaks of Gunung Ledang to the ruins of Kota Gelanggi, she must master the Seven Forms of Semangat Energy—Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Roots, Stars, and Dreams—to reclaim her lineage and prevent a catastrophic war.

But as betrayal lurks among her closest allies and hidden truths about her ancestry unravel, Aina faces the ultimate question—will she embrace her destiny as the Pendekar Matahari Senja, or will she be consumed by the very power she seeks to control?

With Kerambit Bulan, a sentient crescent-shaped dagger, and the legendary Selendang Sari Nabawi, a sacred cloth woven with the resilience of ancient warriors, Aina must stand against dark forces that threaten not just her homeland, but the balance between the mortal and spirit realms.

A story of war, heritage, and self-discovery—The Twilight Sun Warrior is an epic fantasy that blends the elegance of traditional Malay silat with the wonder of mythical realms.

The Twilight Sun Warrior

The night air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the remnants of battle still lingering in the air. Aina lay motionless against the moss-covered stone, her chest rising and falling in exhausted rhythm. Pak Belang, the mystical tiger that had saved her, paced silently beside Tok Rimau, its glowing amber eyes locked onto her.

Aina swallowed, forcing herself upright despite the searing pain in her ribs. "That... that tiger…" she murmured, her voice hoarse.

Tok Rimau folded his arms. "Pak Belang isn't just a tiger, girl. He's a guardian."

Aina's fingers curled against the damp ground. A guardian? She had read about them before—beasts of the old world, bound to warriors through pacts of spirit and blood. But those were just legends, weren't they?

The tiger huffed, as if amused by her hesitation. Then, without warning, it stepped closer, its massive head lowering until its golden eyes met hers.

A force—ancient, untamed, and impossibly vast—pressed against her consciousness, like the weight of an unseen ocean threatening to pull her under. Visions flickered in her mind—ancient battles, kings adorned in gold, warriors standing against the tide of darkness.

And in every vision, the tiger was there. Watching. Fighting. Protecting.

Her breath hitched. This is real.

"You've been chosen, Aina," Tok Rimau's voice cut through the haze of visions. "Pak Belang has watched over this land for centuries. He only reveals himself to those he deems worthy."

The tiger's gaze never wavered. Then, to her shock, it spoke.

"Because you carry the blood of the forgotten."

Aina flinched. The voice didn't come from its mouth—it resonated within her very bones, a deep, rumbling presence that felt as though the earth itself was whispering to her.

Tok Rimau smirked. "Told you. Not an ordinary tiger."

Aina struggled to comprehend. "The blood of the forgotten?"

Pak Belang let out a low growl, stepping back. "You will learn in time. But know this—your battle is no longer just yours. The spirits of old move once more. The darkness Rahim Tempurung wields is greater than you realize."

Aina clenched her fists. She had barely survived that fight. If Rahim's true power was even greater than what she had witnessed…

She wasn't ready.

Tok Rimau must have noticed the uncertainty in her eyes because he exhaled sharply and turned away. "We'll rest here tonight. At dawn, we move. You've got training to do, and I won't have you dying before you learn how to properly fight."

Aina let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The weight of Pak Belang's words settled heavy on her shoulders.

She wasn't just fighting for herself anymore.

She was fighting for something far older.

And she would not fail.

Chapter 9: The Tiger’s Pact