Aina's breath hitched as the golden-robed figure descended from the boulder, his presence cutting through the battlefield like a beacon in the dark. The Jembalang Datai recoiled, its unnatural wail echoing through the trees.
The man's gaze flicked toward her, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Stay sharp, girl. This creature thrives on fear."
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a luminous sigil, its swirling golden energy crackling like fire. The moment the sigil formed, the Jembalang lunged—but before it could reach him, chains of light shot from the symbol, wrapping around the beast's limbs. The monster shrieked in rage, thrashing against its bonds.
Aina took the chance. Twisting her Kerambit Bulan in her grip, she surged forward, her instincts screaming at her to strike the pulsating glyph on the creature's chest—the heart of its dark magic.
Slash!
Her blade cut deep, severing the glyph with a burst of blue mist. The Jembalang convulsed, its form crumbling into ash as a guttural roar escaped its maw.
Silence fell.
Tok Rimau exhaled heavily, pressing a hand to his injured shoulder. "Damn… That thing wasn't supposed to be here."
Aina turned to the stranger, gripping her weapon tight. "Who are you?"
The man smirked, dusting off his robe. "Someone who just saved your life." His gaze flickered to her Kerambit Bulan, his smile deepening. "And someone very interested in your blade."
Aina's instincts screamed at her again. This man, whoever he was, was no ordinary savior.
And she had just stepped into a bigger battle than she ever imagined.