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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 dense jungle was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves. Aina Batrisya could feel it—something was wrong. Her grip tightened around the hilt of her Kerambit Bulan, its silvered blade glinting under the dim moonlight filtering through the canopy.

"Stay sharp," Tok Rimau murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His aged but battle-worn hands hovered near the hilt of his own weapon—a Parang Seligi engraved with ancient runes.

A blur of motion exploded from the trees. Five masked figures, clad in the dark crimson robes of the Persatuan Gerhana, descended upon them with deadly precision. Their blades gleamed with a sickly green hue, coated with poison meant to kill with just a scratch.

Aina reacted purely on instinct. She ducked low as a blade whistled past her ear, feeling the rush of air as she countered with a swift, precise slice from her kerambit. The attacker grunted, staggering back as blood blossomed from a deep gash on his arm.

Tok Rimau was already a whirlwind of motion, his Parang Seligi cutting through the air with expert strikes. Two of the assassins fell before they even had the chance to scream. The remaining ones adjusted, realizing that they were facing not just an old warrior but a master of the art.

One of the attackers, a broad-shouldered man wielding twin Keris Lok Sembilan, lunged at Aina with blinding speed. She barely dodged, rolling over the damp forest floor. Her heart pounded, her senses heightened as she felt the rhythm of the battle syncing with her breath.

Then she saw it—a slight misstep in her enemy's stance. Aina feinted left before twisting into a rapid counterattack, slashing her kerambit across his thigh. He howled in pain, stumbling backward.

But there was no time to celebrate.

Aina barely had a moment to register the whistle of an arrow before Tok Rimau shoved her aside. The arrow buried itself into his shoulder, a deep, crimson stain spreading across his tunic.

"Tok Rimau!" Aina's voice cracked with worry.

The old warrior merely gritted his teeth. "Focus!"

More figures emerged from the trees—reinforcements. They had walked into a trap.

Aina clenched her jaw, determination blazing in her eyes. She tightened her grip on her weapon and took a steady breath.

If they wanted a fight, she would give them one.

With a roar, she charged forward, ready to carve her own legend into the night.

The Hunters’ Arrival