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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 journey to Gangga Negara was perilous. The ancient ruins lay hidden deep within the Titiwangsa mountain range, a place long abandoned and swallowed by time. Few who entered ever returned.

Aina adjusted the strap of her pack as she followed Azriel and Tok Rimau through the thick jungle. The canopy above was dense, allowing only slivers of moonlight to pierce through. Shadows moved between the trees, and every rustling leaf felt like a whisper of something unseen.

Tok Rimau, still nursing his injuries, grumbled, "I don't like this. The jungle here… it's too quiet."

Azriel walked ahead with ease, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings. "It's because something is watching us," he said flatly.

Aina tightened her grip on Kerambit Bulan. "What do you mean?"

Azriel stopped, then pointed to a tree trunk ahead. The bark was scarred—deep claw marks running along its surface. Some fresh, some old.

"These aren't from ordinary animals," he muttered.

Aina's pulse quickened. They were being hunted.

Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the jungle. The air grew thick, pressing against them like an invisible force. From the darkness, figures with glowing amber eyes emerged—hulking beasts covered in matted fur, their elongated fangs glistening in the dim light.

Aina's breath hitched. She had heard stories of these creatures—ancient spirits bound to the jungle, protecting sacred lands from intruders.

"They're testing us," Azriel murmured. "They won't let us pass unless we prove ourselves."

Before Aina could ask how, one of the creatures lunged.

She reacted on instinct, dodging just as its claws sliced through the air where she had stood. Rolling to the side, she countered with a swift slash of her kerambit. The blade connected, but the creature barely flinched, its wounds knitting together almost instantly.

Tok Rimau cursed, drawing his Parang Seligi. "We can't kill them the normal way!"

Azriel, unfazed, stepped forward. With a flick of his wrist, a radiant golden glyph appeared in the air before him.

"Their weakness isn't steel," he said, his voice steady. "It's light."

He pressed his palm to the glyph, and in an instant, a brilliant surge of energy exploded outward. The Hantu Rimba recoiled, snarling as the golden light seared their forms. One by one, they began to retreat into the shadows, their glowing eyes fading into the night.

Aina exhaled, her heart pounding. "That… was insane."

Azriel dusted his hands. "It was necessary."

Tok Rimau sheathed his blade, shaking his head. "We're getting closer. The spirits here are growing restless."

Aina swallowed hard. The ruins of Gangga Negara awaited, and whatever lay ahead…

She had a feeling this battle was only just beginning.

Into the Forgotten Ruins