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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 finally gave way to a clearing, revealing towering stone structures half-swallowed by creeping vines. Before them stood the ancient Gates of Gangga Negara, weathered by centuries but still radiating an air of undeniable power. The stone carvings along the archway depicted warriors, mythical beasts, and symbols long forgotten by time.

Aina ran her fingers along one of the carvings, tracing the image of a man holding a Keris Petir, his eyes glowing like Azriel's. "This place… it's older than I thought," she murmured.

Tok Rimau tightened his grip on his Parang Seligi. "And dangerous. This place doesn't welcome the living."

Azriel, ever composed, stepped forward and placed his palm against the gate. The second his skin touched the stone, the carvings began to pulse with a faint blue light. A deep, resonating hum filled the air. The air around them turned thick with unseen energy.

"The gate is reacting to you?" Aina asked, taking a cautious step back.

Azriel furrowed his brows. "Not just to me… to our presence."

The earth trembled. Chains of spectral light slithered along the stone doors, forming intricate seals that pulsed with runes in an ancient script. Then, a voice echoed through the ruins—cold, commanding, and laced with power.

"Who dares disturb the resting place of the forgotten?"

Aina's blood ran cold. A shadowy figure materialized above the gate, clad in tattered ceremonial armor, his face hidden behind a golden war mask. The air around him was thick with ethereal mist, his very presence pressing against their souls.

Tok Rimau cursed under his breath. "A Penjaga Lama…"

The Guardian of the Gate.

Azriel remained calm, but Aina could see the tension in his stance. "We are here to seek knowledge and reclaim what was lost."

The guardian's hollow gaze locked onto them. "Only those of royal blood may pass. The rest… shall perish."

Before they could react, spectral chains erupted from the ground, aiming to ensnare them.

Aina twisted her body, narrowly dodging a chain as it snapped toward her. Tok Rimau wasn't as lucky—the spectral bindings coiled around his arms, pulling him toward the ground. He let out a roar of defiance, his muscles straining against the unearthly force.

Azriel's eyes flared. With a single motion, he slashed the air with a burst of golden energy, severing the chains before they could reach him. "A test of lineage?" he muttered. "Fine."

Aina barely had time to react before Azriel stepped forward, his aura surging. He raised his hand, and a golden emblem burned into existence on his palm—a symbol that mirrored the carvings on the gate.

The Penjaga Lama froze. The blue glow in its hollow eyes flickered. The spectral chains trembled, then shattered into dust.

A long silence followed before the guardian spoke once more.

"Blood of the lost… heir of the fallen empire…"

The massive stone gates groaned and began to open, revealing a dark and ominous passage leading into the ruins.

Aina's breath caught in her throat. Heir? Fallen empire? She turned to Azriel, her mind racing. "What… are you?"

Azriel didn't answer. He simply stepped forward, into the darkness beyond the gate.

The Gates of Gangga Negara