Bimo's fatigue was so deep that he fell asleep for almost eighteen hours. When he finally woke up on the boarding house floor mattress, the afternoon sun broke through the gaps of the window. His muscles felt heavy, and his mind was foggy. For a moment, he forgot everything. Then, the memory returns: clubs, crystals, rescue, and devastating fatigue.
He found Mr. Daru sitting at a small table, studying the purified crystal. It is now placed on a piece of black velvet cloth. The warm light and throbbing gently illuminates the old face.
"You finally got up," said Mr. Daru without turning his head. "Your body needs time to restore its energy after what you do."
"What happened?" Bimo asked, his voice was hoarse. He sat, his head was still dizzy.
"We are safe. For now." Pak Daru finally turned to him. "What are you doing at the club ... it's beyond our understanding. You don't just break the crystal relationship, you turn the polarity completely. It now emits positive energy. Any genie who approaches it will burn."
"Where is Anton?"
"He returned to his family. He had done more than enough. We owe him a lot." Pak Daru pushed a plate of fried rice and a bottle of mineral water towards Bimo. "Eat. You need energy."
Bimo ate his rice with gusto. When he ate, Mr. Daru explained the situation.
"The Paradiso club was closed by the police because of chaos and licensing violations. That was just a guise. Kesha and his men disappeared. The network in Jakarta must be chaotic without this source." He pointed to the crystal. "This gives us time to breathe. But it also makes him unexpected. He will look for ways to revenge."
"So what are we doing now?" Bimo asked after swallowing a bite of rice.
"We use this time for two things, studying this," Mr. Daru knocked on the crystal gently "and trained you further. Your mastery of your strength has increased rapidly, but there is still something you haven't dug up. Agni's memory is only partially open. We need to open it further."
After Bimo finished eating, they started. Pak Daru asked Bimo to hold the crystal.
"Feel the energy. That is the energy that you have been pouring. It should be in harmony with you."
Bimo took the crystal. It feels warm and comfortable in his hand, like a heating stone. He felt a soothing vibration that flowed into his arm. He closed his eyes, and accidentally, his mind began to sink again.
Washing ...
The voice was not Agni's voice. It's softer, more feminine, and full of surprise.
Bimo opened his eyes. He is no longer in a boarding house. He stood in a beautiful and bright garden. Flowers bloom everywhere, and the fountain emits clear water. A young woman with snow -white hair and eyes like emerald standing in front of her. He wore a simple dress made of light.
"You ... who are you?" Bimo asked.
I am the soul of the source you heal, the woman said, smiled softly. I had been locked up in the darkness for centuries, forced to serve their lust. You freed me.
"That crystal ... is a soul?"
A container. A heart made from crystals and filled with pure essence of one of the first natural spirits. They caught me, tortured me, and turned me around. Until you come.
"Do you know about the syndicate? About their plans?"
The woman nodded, her face turned sad. *They want to pollute the world. Decide on the thread of destiny and establish it again according to their wishes. They are looking for a 'door'.*
"Door? What door?"
*The door between the world. The place where the veil between the Kasatmata and invisible is the thinnest. If they find it and open the door with enough strength, they no longer need to work from the shadow. They can bring their troops directly to this world.*
Bimo felt cold frozen his bones. It's far worse than he imagined.
"Where is the door?"
I don't know. The location is hidden, even from me. But I can help you in another way. I am a source. Now I have been purified, I can give you strength. Not to take, but to give.
The woman stretched out her hand and touched Bimo's forehead.
Look ...
The shiny pictures in Bimo's mind. He saw the Jakarta energy map, but this time, it was far more detailed. He can see every dark stain, every group of jinn, every human being tied to a red black line. It's like looking at the whole city in spiritual X-rays.
This is my gift to you, the woman whispered. Clear vision. Use to find them.
The view of the garden fades. Bimo flinched back to the room, still holding crystals. His head throbbed with new information. He can feel Jakarta.
"What is it?" asked Mr. Daru, seeing his expression.
"I ... I know," Bimo said, amazed. "I can feel everything. There is a group of cleaners hiding in a warehouse in Tanjung Priok. There is a disturbing genie who terrorizes a market in Glodok. And ... There is something big. Something sleeping, underground, somewhere around Monas. It feels ..."
Mr. Daru was stunned. "That crystal gives you a vision?"
"The soul in it," Bimo correction. "He said the syndicate was looking for a 'door' to bring their troops directly to our world."
Mr. Daru's face was pale. "That ... that is a very bad news. If they succeed, it is no longer a secret war. It will be an open invasion." He stood up and began to walk pacing restlessly. "We have to find the door before them. That is an absolute priority now."
Meak decided to investigate the taste of "something big" that Bimo felt around Monas. That is their best clue. That night, they went on a taxi, down far from their destination and walked towards the park around the National Monument.
The night air feels warm and moist. Bimo focused his mind, following that "feeling". It's like a low pulse that comes from underground.
"This leads to there," Bimo whispered, pointing at an old building that was not striking on the edge of the park, maybe an entrance to the maintenance or subway tunnel that was not used.
The door is locked with a large padlock and chain. Bimo looked around to make sure no one saw, then held the padlock. He focused heat on his internal mechanism. A few seconds later, the padlock was burning red and melted. He opened the chain and pushed the heavy iron door.
Inside, there is a concrete ladder that decreases into the darkness. The smell of stale air and soil fills their nose.
They descend the stairs, using mobile lights to illuminate the road. The ladder ended in a large and empty underground tunnel. It seems to be an old tunnel forgotten.
And at the end of the tunnel, there is a door.
That's not an ordinary door. It is made of old bronze decorated with strange carvings that illustrate the battle between light and shadows. The door does not have a handle or key. In the middle, there is a crystal curve.
"The door," hissed Mr. Daru, his voice trembled in amazement and horrified. "That's really there."
Get closer. Bimo can feel the energy that radiates from him. It was very old -fashioned and very strong. It feels silent, waiting.
"This curve ..." Bimo said, staring at him. "It seems ... the size of our crystal."
Without thinking twice, Mr. Daru took out the crystal wrapped in cloth from his bag. Carefully, he took off the wrapper and placed the throbbing crystal into the curve at the door.
It's perfectly right.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the crystal glowed brighter. The carvings on the bronze door began to shine with the same white light. Low roar sounds heard when the big door began to open inside, moving by itself without the sound of friction.
From behind the door, not the darkness they saw, but a hallway that was illuminated by a warm golden light. A road.
Without words, they walked past the door.
They did not find themselves in other tunnels. They stood in a very large round room made of pale stone that radiated its own light. In the middle of the room, a clear water pool emits a thin fog. Around the pond, growing strange plants sparkling with dew.
And across the pool, an old man sat cross legged on a pillow. He wore a simple ivory robe. His skin was wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp and full of consciousness. He looked like he was waiting for them.
"Welcome, wash," said the old man, his voice was soft but authoritative, echoing in a quiet room. "And also to you, the guardian of knowledge. It's been a long time since someone has set foot in this holy place."
Pak Daru, who is usually calm, looks very surprised. He bowed deeply. "A ... Is this ... the guards' room?"
The old man smiled. "This is one of the many hiding places. The place where the world and other world are almost in contact. I am the guard of this door."
Bimo can only stare. "You ... you know we will come?"
"The crystal is the key. Only when it is purified, this door can be opened. We have been waiting for centuries for someone who can do it." The guard looked at Bimo. "And we have waited any longer for your return, Agni."
Bimo shivered when his name was called. "I'm not Agni. I'm just Bimo."
"You are him, and not him," said the guard wisely. "You are the point, wrapped in humanity. That's what makes you strong. That's what makes you understand what you are fighting for."
"Do you know about the syndicate? About their plans?" asked Mr. Daru, still sounded fascinated.
"We know," answered the guard, his face became serious. "They are a disease that spreads. Their leader, which they call 'the ruler', is a very old and very strong creature from another world. He cannot cross himself. He needs a wide open door. And he needs a 'anchor' in this world a strong human soul and is willing to be a home for him."
"The ruler?" Bimo repeated. That is a new name.
"Kesha is just one of his many accomplices. He is strong, but only a servant. The real goal of the syndicate is to prepare for the arrival of his master. That is why they gather negative energy. That is to strengthen the anchor and open the door wide enough for the ruler to pass it."
"And the anchor? Who is he?" asked Mr. Daru.
"That," said the guard, "is a question you must answer. It must be someone with natural spiritual power. Someone whose ambitions are so great that he will welcome such a merger. Someone who is close to the center of syndicate power."
Bimo and Pak Daru looked at each other. One name appears in the minds of the two of them: Kesha. But is he strong enough? Is he quite ambitious?
"Your time here is limited," said the guard. "The energy from the purified crystal will not last forever. This door will be closed again immediately."
"Can you help us?" Bimo asked in an urgent voice.
"We have given the help. We have shown you the real enemy. We have warned you about the purpose. The rest, is your responsibility, the wiper. Use a gift from the soul of the source. Find the anchors. Stop them before this door, or other doors, opened forever."
The guard raised his hand. The light in the room began to dim.
"Go now. And remember, not everything that is invisible is evil. But beware of 'fraudsters'. He is everywhere."
That is the same warning from Agni.
Before they can say anything else, the light from the crystal on the door goes out. The bronze door began to close. Bimo quickly took the crystal from the curve.
They turned around and walked quickly back through the tunnel. When they reached the stairs, they heard a heavy roar behind them when the door closed completely, the sacred place.
They came out into the Jakarta night air, their minds were full of scary new information.
"The ruler. Anchor. The door," murmured Mr. Daru, sounded overwhelmed. "This is much bigger than we thought."
"We have to find the anchor," Bimo said, his determination hardened. "And we have to stop them before they open the other door."
They walked quickly, away from Monas. Bimo focused his mind on his new vision, scanning the city for the most powerful and darkest spiritual energy. He is looking for someone who not only has a relationship with a syndicate, but whose strength itself is so great that it can accommodate creatures like "the ruler".
Then, he felt it. A vortex of darkness that is so intense that it is almost painful to feel. It is not at headquarters or clubs. It is in a very ordinary place, very humane: a magnificent private hospital in the Menteng area.
"There," Bimo said, pointing to the north, his face was pale. "There is something very strong and very dark in the hospital. That ... it feels like a black hole."
Mr. Daru frowned. "Hospital? That doesn't make sense ..."
A terrible suspicion appeared in his eyes.
"No," he hissed. "That must be him."
"Who?" Bimo asked.
"Doc," answered Mr. Daru, his voice trembled. "He is the most powerful person we know besides you. He knows everything about us. He takes care of Riani. And the hospital ... it is the perfect place to hide the darkness. Behind the healing mask."
Bimo remembers doc. A good old man with his glasses. Impossible.
"But he helped us! He saved Riani!"
"Or he made sure that Riani didn't talk too much before his time," replied Mr. Daru in a bitter tone. "He is the only person who has access to Riani after we leave him. He can just install the bolt of the pressure itself and blame him on the syndicate to cover up his betrayal!"
Bimo feels the world is spinning. If Doc is his traitor.