Spiritual Warfare

The Heart of the Sacred Rainforest, Near the Oncoming Machines. The forest was alive, its pulse synchronized with Siti’s breath as she stood at the forefront of the sacred ground, her feet bare against the soft earth. The towering trees seemed to lean in, whispering their secrets, ancient and timeless. A quiet serenity surrounded her, but the distant hum of Zhang Wei’s machines pierced through the calm, threatening the land she had vowed to protect.

Siti raised her hands to the sky, her palms open to the heavens, her fingers trembling slightly as she felt the weight of the moment. She could sense the ancient spirits of the forest gathering around her, their energy swirling like an unseen wind. Closing her eyes, she began to sing—an ancient melody, a prayer sung in the tongue of her ancestors. The sound was soft at first, but as the words left her lips, the very air seemed to hum with power.