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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

Aina tightened her grip on Kerambit Bulan, her eyes locked onto the golden-robed stranger. He had just saved her life, but something about him felt... off. His effortless control over the chains of light, the way he spoke as if he knew her—it all raised too many questions.

Tok Rimau, still nursing his wound, studied the man warily. "I don't believe in coincidences," he muttered. "You didn't just happen to be here, did you?"

The man chuckled, tucking his hands into the folds of his robe. "Clever old man." His golden eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight. "Let's just say I was drawn here… by fate. And by her." He nodded toward Aina.

Aina felt a chill run down her spine. "You know me?"

"Not yet," he mused, tilting his head. "But I know what you carry. That blade—Kerambit Bulan—isn't just any weapon. It's part of something much older than you realize."

Aina's heart pounded. She had always known her kerambit was special, but no one had ever spoken of it with such certainty before. "And you are?"

The man placed a hand over his chest and gave a mock bow. "I go by many names, but for now… call me Azriel."

Tok Rimau's expression darkened. "Azriel… as in Azriel Dzulqarnain?"

The name sent a ripple of recognition through Aina's mind, though she couldn't place why. She had heard it before, in the hushed whispers of the old warriors back at the academy.

Azriel smiled. "Ah, so you've heard of me. That makes things easier."

Aina swallowed hard. "Who are you really?"

Azriel's expression turned serious. "I am the last keeper of the Seven Lights—an order sworn to protect the balance between the realms of men and spirits." He glanced at the spot where the Jembalang had vanished. "And that balance is breaking."

Tok Rimau's eyes narrowed. "Because of Persatuan Gerhana?"

Azriel nodded. "They've found something… something they should never have touched." His gaze bore into Aina's. "And like it or not, you are tied to this."

Aina clenched her fists. First the attack, then the Jembalang, and now a mysterious warrior claiming she was part of some larger fate?

Her journey was only just beginning.

And the darkness ahead was far greater than she had imagined.

Whispers of the Past