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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 chamber shook violently as the spectral warriors advanced, their hollow eyes burning with an eerie glow. Aina dodged a sweeping strike from a phantom blade, rolling to the side before countering with a swift slash of her Kerambit Bulan. The blade connected, but instead of shattering, the spectral warrior only staggered before turning its empty gaze back to her.

"They don't die easily!" she shouted, barely parrying another attack.

Tok Rimau grunted in frustration, his parang clashing against a spectral halberd. "Then we need to hit harder!" He shifted his stance, his muscles tensing as he summoned a surge of raw energy into his next strike. The air around his parang shimmered—then, with a mighty swing, he cleaved straight through one of the warriors, breaking it apart in a burst of golden embers.

But before they could gain the upper hand, the remaining warriors suddenly halted, their weapons frozen mid-air. A deep, thunderous hum reverberated through the chamber.

Azriel stood before the chained coffin, his hands glowing with an intricate sigil. His face was tense, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"The seal… it's resisting me," he gritted his teeth. "Something is—"

A crack formed on the coffin's surface. Then another.

The sigils binding it shattered all at once, sending a shockwave through the air. The stone lid exploded outward, revealing a figure lying inside—a man clad in blackened armor, his face obscured by an ornate golden mask.

For a moment, silence.

Then, the figure inhaled sharply.

Golden mist spiraled around him as his fingers twitched, his body awakening from centuries of slumber. The statues surrounding the room bowed in unison before crumbling into dust.

Aina took an instinctive step back. "Who… is he?"

Azriel's voice was low, reverent. "The Nameless King."

The awakened figure slowly rose from the coffin. His presence was overwhelming, radiating raw power that pressed against the air itself. He turned his masked face toward Azriel, his voice ancient and heavy with sorrow.

"Who dares disturb my eternal slumber?"

A surge of golden energy pulsed outward from him, shaking the entire chamber.

Tok Rimau cursed under his breath. "Now we've done it."

The Nameless King had awakened—but whether he was ally or enemy remained unknown.

The King’s Awakening