The Awakening of the True Heir

Aina's body felt weightless as she floated in the endless void, the golden embers swirling around her like fireflies caught in an unseen current. She had been fighting for what felt like an eternity—struggling against the warrior of flames, pushing herself beyond her limits.

But she was losing.

Every strike of his fiery blade sent waves of heat crashing against her, forcing her to retreat. Her arms ached, her breath was ragged, and her vision blurred.

"Is this all you have?" The warrior's voice cut through the silence, sharp as the blade he wielded.

Aina clenched her fists. She had fought so hard. Trained under the harshest conditions. Endured pain, betrayal, and sacrifice.

Was it still not enough?

The golden flames roared, closing in on her, as if ready to consume her whole.

Her mind drifted back to everything she had learned. The lessons of Tok Rimau, the wisdom of Azriel, the sacrifices made by those who had believed in her.

And then, her grandfather's voice echoed in her mind—words spoken long ago but never forgotten.

"Strength is not about power, Aina. It is about purpose."

Her heart pounded.

Purpose.

She was not just fighting for herself. She was fighting for her people. For the spirits that had been stolen, the warriors who had fallen, and the legacy that Persatuan Gerhana sought to erase.

She was the heir to something greater.

Aina's grip tightened around Kerambit Bulan.

The flames bent to her will.

Her aura surged, a golden light bursting from within her, forcing the oppressive heat away. The warrior of flames hesitated for the first time.

She understood now. The relic did not choose based on strength alone.

It sought one who would fight for more than just power.

And she was ready.

With a single step forward, she vanished—her speed faster than thought. She reappeared behind the warrior, her blade glowing brighter than the sun.

She struck.

The fiery warrior let out a deafening roar as golden energy erupted from his form. The void cracked, and the entire world shattered.

Aina gasped, finding herself back in the chamber.

The golden blade, once embedded in stone, was now in her grasp. The weight of its legacy settled onto her shoulders, yet she held it firm.

Tok Rimau's lips curled into a proud smile.

Azriel took a step forward, eyes filled with something between awe and relief.

And the Nameless King—who had watched from the shadows—finally nodded.

"You are ready," he said.

The chamber trembled, the flames flickering wildly.

Aina knew—this was just the beginning.