The quiet boarding house turned into an emergency hospital. The pale dawn light began to infiltrate through the window, illuminating the body of Pak Daru who was lying helplessly over the blanket they spread on the floor. His breathing sounded hoarse and irregular, every breath seemed to be a struggle.
"Water! And a clean towel!" Bimo's command to Anton, his voice was flat and full of focus. All other emotions are fear, anger, sadness he graves deeply. Now there is only a mission, saving Mr. Daru.
Anton rushed to fulfill the request. Riani, although still weak, tearing the sheets of bed linen into an emergency bandage. His hands trembled.
"We have to take him to a real hospital," hissed Anton, his face was pale when he saw severe wounds in Mr. Daru's body.
"You can't," Bimo said firmly. He washed the wound on Mr. Daru's head with warm water. "Doc will look for him in every hospital and clinic in this city. He knows all the places. We cannot trust anyone."
"But we're not a doctor!" Anton's protest.
"But I have this," Bimo said, issuing crystals that had been purified from the bag. The crystal throbbed with a soothing warm light. "This emits healing energy. That is what the soul says in it."
He placed the crystal on Pak Daru's chest. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, the crystal light appeared to be connected to Pak Daru's breathing rhythm. Soft white light covered the old body, concentrated in the most severe wound area. The bluish color on his skin began to fade, and his breathing that was gasping began to be a little more regular.
"It works," Riani whispered, amazed.
"But it's not fast enough," Bimo added, his face was still wrinkled. "He lost too much blood. This crystal energy is spiritual, not physical. We still need real medical treatment."
They were silent for a moment, thinking. Who can they believe? Who has medical expertise and will sympathize with their struggle without being related to DOC?
Then, a memory appears in Bimo's mind. A woman. A kind -hearted young doctor who treated him when he fainted in the market after his first battle against Jin.
"The doctor," Bimo murmured. "The doctor who helped me at the Puskesmas near the Senen Market. He ... he could see it. He could see that something was wrong with me. He was not an ordinary person."
"Are you sure we can believe it?" asked Riani with alert.
"No," Bimo answered honestly. "But he is our only choice. And he is not connected to DOC or our world. I can feel it."
They must take risks. Anton went to borrow his friend's car, something that could not be tracked back to them. They carefully brought Pak Daru who fainted into the car, carrying it with a blanket so as not to be seen. Bimo holds the crystal on his chest during the trip, continuing to emit healing energy.
The Puskesmas was open when they arrived. They brought Pak Daru in difficulty, claiming that "their grandfather" fell from the stairs. The medical staff rushed to take him to the emergency room.
Bimo is looking for a young doctor. He found him writing behind the nurse's table.
"Doctor," said Bimo, his voice was urgent.
The doctor turned his head, and his eyes widened when he recognized Bimo. Then, his gaze turned to Mr. Daru who was lying on a stretcher. He can see something that can not be seen by others-with dark energy that is still attached to Pak Daru's wounds, like an invisible soot.
He nodded quickly, understanding that this was not an ordinary accident. "Take him to the examination room three," he ordered to the nurse, his voice professional but firm. "I'll handle it myself."
The nurse looks confused but obey. As soon as they were alone in the examination room, the doctor immediately examined Mr. Daru.
"This is not falling from the stairs," he said, not turning his head from his job. "This ... attack."
"Yes," Bimo answered briefly.
"And you brought it to me because you thought I would understand," continued the doctor, now staring at Bimo.
"Because you can see," Bimo replied.
The doctor sighed. "I do not fully understand. But yes, since childhood, I can see ... shadows. Strange things. That is why I become a doctor. To help people, both visible and those who are not." He injects painkillers and starts cleaning wounds with experts. "Who did this?"
"A person we think is a friend," Riani answered, his voice was bitter.
The doctor nodded, not asking further. He focused on saving the lives of his patients. It took a few hours. Stitches, blood transfusions they bought from blood banks with Anton money, and intensive care.
Meanwhile, Bimo sat in the corner, his eyes closed. He didn't rest. He focused all his attention to his new vision, scanning the city like a living radar. He is looking for doc. He is looking for Kesha. He looked for any threats that approached this Puskesmas.
He can feel chaos throughout the city. With the source purified and the betrayal of DOC is revealed, the syndicate is messy. Little Jin-jin ran without direction like ants that lost his queen. But he can also feel something else. Something more organized, more dangerous. Cleaning groups that move with the aim. They are looking for something. They are looking for them .
"They are looking for us," Bimo whispered to Riani and Anton. "Doc is combing the city."
"Did he feel us here?" Anton asked, nervously.
"Not yet. But he will soon find us if we stay here too long."
Finally, the young doctor approached them, took off his gloves. "He is stable," he said, his face was tired. "He suffered a broken rib, a concussion, and lost a lot of blood. But he was strong. And there was something else ... an energy ... that healed it from the inside. That is you?" he asked Bimo.
Bimo nodded. "We have to take him away from here. For your safety and salvation."
The doctor understood. "I will arrange it. He needs to be treated here at least overnight. I will place him in the isolation room behind, away from other patients. I will say that he is a quarantine case. It will keep people who are unnecessary."
"Thank you," Bimo said, sincere gratitude was felt in his voice. "My name is Bimo. This is Riani and Anton."
"Dr. Maya," the doctor replied with a small smile. "Now, go. I will contact you if there is a change." He wrote his cellphone number on a piece of paper.
Meak leaving the puskesmas with a heavy heart, entrusting Mr. Daru's life to a kind -hearted stranger. They returned to the boarding house, which now feels like a target, not a shelter.
"We can't stay here," Riani said as soon as they entered. "Doc knows all Daru's places."
"We need a new headquarters," agreed Anton. "A place that has nothing to do with this world."
Bimo nodded, his mind spinning. Then, an idea appeared. A place that he knows, which is full of life and human energy that is noisy the perfect place to hide because it is too ordinary.
"Boarding students," said Bimo. "Near the campus. A crowded place, busy, and people come and go. We can rent a room with your money, Anton. With a fake name."
That is a good idea. Anton agrees. He went to handle it, using his premieve network to get a fake ID card and rent a small room in an old building full of students.
While Anton left, Bimo and Riani tidy up a little of their belongings. Bimo took the energy map and some old journal Pak Daru. Riani found a small box containing spiritual defense equipment - sacred ramp, candles, and incense.
"Bimo," Riani said suddenly, her voice was serious. "Your new strength. This vision. Can you ... find doc? Seeing what he plans?"
Bimo frowned. That is a risky thought. Focusing on the DOC directly like lighting a flare that can be felt back by him. But they need information.
"I'll try," he said.
He sat cross -legged on the floor, closing his eyes. He empties his mind, diverting all his attention to the vortex of darkness that he knows is Doc. Initially, it was just a feeling - a core crime that throbbed in the hospital. Then, the picture becomes clearer.
He saw Doc still in his underground laboratory. But now, he is not alone. Kesha was there, standing beside him with an angry face. They are fighting.
"You let them run away!" Hardik Kesha, his voice was like a knife knee. "You have the wash in your grasp, and you let the old man dip you!"
"Don't act like you who understand his strength, Kesha," Doc said coldly. His friendly voice was gone, now there is only a voice full of arrogance and hidden strength. "The fire boy was stronger than we thought. And Daru sacrificed himself with the stupid pill. That was unexpected."
"Reason!" Kesha growled. "The ruler will not be happy with this failure. He demands progress!"
"Progress will come," Doc said, knocking on a screen that shows a distorted Jakarta energy map. "With the main source we are neutralized, we must accelerate plan B. We will use 'spider web'."
Kesha was silent, her anger subsided to become a dark curiosity. "The spider's net? That is risky. It will attract the attention of every spiritual creature in the city."
"Leave it," said Doc. "Chaos will hide our true purpose. We will activate all the small energy nodes that we have planted throughout the city in the cellular tower, in the electrical transformer, in the shopping center. They will create resonance, a dark energy network that will draw all the broken red lines and the energy is wasted directly to us. It will give us enough strength to open a small door, big enough to send ... something special."
"Something special?" repeated Kesha, interested.
"A hunter," Doc answered, his eyes glowed. "A creature that is specifically designed to track and neutralize one type of energy. To hunt down the child of fire and eat the flame until the remaining is ash."
Bimo took a sharp breath, and his vision was cut off. He gasped back to the room, sweat soaking his temples.
"What? What did you see?" Riani asked, squatting in front of him.
"They will activate something. A network. It will attract energy from the entire city. And they will send ... a hunter. For me." Bimo described everything he heard.
Riani looks horrified. "The spider's net ... that's crazy. It can make the whole city of depression and despair in a matter of days! We have to stop it!"
"But how?" Bimo asked. "There are dozens, maybe hundreds of small nodes. We can't find and destroy everything one by one."
"Not one by one," Riani said, standing and starting to go back and forth. "You said they would create resonance. That means they were all connected to one source, to one control center."
"Laboratory doc," Bimo nose.
"Right. If we destroy the center of control, the entire network will collapse."
"That means we have to go back there," Bimo said, his voice was flat. "We have to attack the hospital."
"We must," Riani said, determination in her eyes. "But unlike yesterday. This time, we will prepare a trap. We know their purpose now. We know they will activate this net. We must attack right when they do it, when their attention is divided."
Anton returned with a new boarding room key. They moved quickly and quietly, bringing a little of their belongings to the hiding place that had just a small room and stuffy on the fourth floor of an old building filled with loud music and laughing students.
There, they made a plan. They will watch the hospital. As soon as Bimo felt the large energy wave of energy activation their nets would move. Anton will drive. Riani will use his illusions to hide their approach. And Bimo ... Bimo will destroy everything.
That night, Bimo couldn't sleep. He sat near the window, staring at the lights of the city. Crystals that have been purified slowly throbbed in his lap. He thought of Mr. Daru, struggling for his life. He thought of betrayal doc. He thinks of the hunter who will come for him.
Cold anger inside him crystallizing is an unwavering determination. This is no longer about surviving or saving Jakarta. This is about revenge. It's about making DOC pay for everything he has done.
He raised his hand, and a small flame appeared on his palm. But this time, the color is not pure white. In essence, there is a light blue color that blinks, cold and intense like the star core.
His strength changed. Adapt. Like him.
He heard Agni's whisper in his mind, but this time, his voice was not authoritative. That sounds ... concerned.
Be careful, wash. The burning fire is too hot can burn the carrier too. Don't let your anger consume you.
But Bimo ignored the warning. His anger is the only thing that keeps him warm in the midst of the cold feeling of betrayal.
The next morning, Dr. Maya sent a short message: "The patient is stable. Sleep. Safe."
That is a good news. They take turns on guard, monitoring the city's energy. That day felt tense, like a city that held his breath before the storm.
Then, right when the sun began to set, Bimo felt it.
A low vibration, almost like an ultrasonic, which comes from underground, from the DOC hospital. Then, the vibration radiated out, touching dozens of small dots throughout Jakarta. A spacious dark energy network starts to turn on, like a series of Devil's Christmas Lights.
The nodes are active. They began to suck up the energy of hope, happiness, the willingness of everyone around them.
On the streets, people suddenly stopped, feeling unwell for no apparent reason. A sudden mood is gloomy, a feeling of despair that cannot be explained.
"Now!" Bimo shouted.