Back in the red line office, tension was so thick that it felt like something physical. Three team members sat around the table, facing a map of Jakarta which is now filled with new notes about psychological attacks in the mall.
"They are not playing anymore," Anton said, twirling the pencil in his hand nervously. "They can project a direct fear into the minds of hundreds of people at once. How do we fight something that cannot be touched?"
"We touch the source," Bimo answered, his eyes were still closed. He was focusing, trying to track the remnants of energy from the three "antennas" they met. "The energy has a taste ... a fingerprint. I can feel it. It comes from a place in the south of the city."
He opened his eyes and pointed to an area on the map. "Around the Cilandak area. The vibration is the most powerful there."
"Clandak? Many offices and luxury housing there," said Riani. "It could be their headquarters hiding in a place that is not suspicious."
"We must be sure," Bimo said. "I need full concentration. I will try to not just track, but turn his tracks. Look directly at the source."
"It's dangerous, Bimo," Riani remembered. "What happens if 'he' sees you back?"
"Then we will know where he is hiding," Bimo answered calmly. "Anton, I need you to monitor my vital signs. If my heart beats soared too high or I experience neurological distress, shock me."
Anton nodded seriously and immediately connecting a portable heartbeat monitor to Bimo's finger. "I'll watch you."
Bimo sat back cross -legged on the floor, taking a meditation position. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He let his consciousness float, not coming out of his body, but followed the dark energy thread left by the psychic attack earlier, like a piece of rope that was decomposed back to his scroll.
His mind darted across the city, through electric cables and water pipes, through concrete and steel. Flashed pictures flashed: an old building that was rebuilt, a re-painted wall covered an old brick, a deep basement ... very deep.
Then, he saw it.
A large round room, like an unused underground water tank. In the middle of the room, a complex metal structure is erected, full of cables and tubes that distribute thick black liquid. In the structure, lying a young man, pale and unconscious, his body was pounded by dozens of needles and electrodes. From his forehead, emitting the same dark and strong psychological energy that attacks the mall.
And around the structure, five people were standing in black with a lifted hoodie. They say spells in unknown language. In front of them, a woman with a new leader red robe, replacing who was arrested watched with a satisfied look.
Suddenly, the man connected to the machine lifted his head. His eyes were open, but what was seen was not the human eye. It is a white eyeball without pupils. And through those eyes, Bimo can feel another awareness that is much older and cooler who is looking directly at him.
You see us, a fire, a hiss hissing sound directly in Bimo's head, cold and stabbing. Good. So you can watch our complete resurrection.
Bimo tried to attract his consciousness again, but it was like trapped in the net. He was fixed on the scene.
The red -robed woman smiled. "He has come. Perfect the connection!"
One cult took a large needle connected to a tube filled with black liquid. He jabbed it directly into the man's heart.
The man screamed a voice that was not entirely his, but a mixture of human voices and something very evil. The energy he emitted jumped multiple.
Inside the office, Bimo's body began to convulsing. The heartbeat monitor rang loudly.
"Bimo!" Anton shouted, kneeling next to him. "He has an attack!"
Riani immediately took action. He did not try to wake Bimo physically. Instead, he put his hand on the Bimo temple and focused all his abilities. He created a very strong and personal illusion in Bimo's mind: the voice of his mother who had already called his name with sadness.
It was enough to interfere with the concentration of Bimo and cut off the connection that trapped him.
Bimo panting and woke up, his body was wet with cold sweat. "I ... I know where they are."
"Where?" Anton asked while helping Bimo stand up.
"A underground water reservoir that is not used in Cilandak. They have changed it to ... the transmitter station. They have a human medium connected to the machine. He is the one who projects that vision."
"We have to stop them," said Riani. "Before they perfect their connections and control the entire city."
Meak immediately get ready. Anton collects all electronic disruptive devices and the frequency he has. Riani prepared extra protective talisman. Bimo gathered his strength, his white fire blinking unstable in his hand because of mental fatigue.
Dr. Maya entered the room. "I just got a call from the Budi Inspector. There was a report on an electric anomaly and strange signal disorders originating from an old reservoir complex in Cilandak. That matches your location."
"We already know," Bimo said. "We'll leave now."
"Wait," said Dr. Maya. "I asked for a backup from Budi. He mobilized the SWAT unit in particular. They will fulfill the call of terrorist activities there. It will give you the disturbance you need."
Bimo nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
The trip to Cilandak is done in silence. The old reservoir is located behind a quiet office complex. The fence is high and is guarded by several people who dress in thugs, but are clearly members of the cult.
Parking park a little far and observing. Shortly thereafter, several police cars and SWAT trucks arrived with a bright siren. The guards were surprised and were busy facing the police.
"Now!" Bimo said.
Meak slipped through the back fence that was not maintained when attention was directed at the front. They found a steel door hidden behind the bushes, locked with a large padlock.
Bimo melted the padlock with a touch of his fingers. They entered the darkness.
Inside, a rusty iron ladder decreases into the darkness. The sound of electric buzzing and a vague spell sounded from the bottom.
Take down carefully. The ladder ended in a bright concrete corridor bright by the spotlight that was installed carelessly. At the end of the corridor, a large steel door opened slightly, emitting throbbing purple light.
Bimo peeked through the gap of the door. The view he saw astrally was now real in front of him. Large reservoir room. Complicated machine. Bound medium. The cult prayers. The red -robed woman stood proudly, watching the soaring energy meter.
"We have to break the connection between the medium and the engine," Bimo whispered. "That's the only way."
"How?" Anton asked. "They have five, plus the leader. And see." He pointed to the corner of the room. Two other cults stood guarding a large generator who was the source of the entire set-up.
"Riani," Bimo said. "Can you make an illusion that distracts them? Something big?"
Riani nodded. "I can try. But with psychological energy that is turbulent here, it might not last long."
"Just do it. Anton, when they are distracted, you take care of the generator. Destroy the control. I'll go to the medium."
Meak nodded. Riani closed her eyes, concentrated. He created his biggest illusion: the roar of the jet aircraft that would hit the building above them, followed by a strong fake vibration.
The effect is instant. The cults who were concentrating were surprised and looked up, confused.
"Now!" Bimo shouted.
Anton shot at the generator, while Bimo ran towards the engine in the middle of the room.
The red -robed woman was the first to realize that trick. "That's an illusion! Don't let them approach!"
Two cults threw a knife at Bimo. Bimo turned it out with a fire kick. He reached the machine and grabbed the cables that stuck in the medium's body.
"Don't touch him!" the woman shouted. He said a fast spell, and a dark shadow emerged from the wall, shaped like a human but with a long claw, hit Bimo.
Bimo was forced to spin and face the shadow, throwing a fireball. The shadow avoided.
Meanwhile, Anton has reached a generator. He threw an electromagnetic pacifier that he made, damaged the control panel. The generator buzzed loudly then died. The spotlight went out, replaced by a blinking red emergency light.
The engine that stuck in the medium died. The young man screamed in pain when his connection was forcibly cut off. The psychic energy he emitted was extinct.
But something else happened.
With the interruption of the connection from the machine, foreign awareness that controls the medium does not necessarily disappear. It was trapped in it. The young man stood up, his body moved unnaturally. His milk white eyes are now shining with purple light.
"You ... disturb ..." The voice that came out of his mouth was not his voice. It was deep, echoing, and full of anger.
The red -robed woman actually prostrated. "Sir! You're present completely!"
"Stupid!" The sound of the sound through the medium body. "This body is too weak to hold me down! This will be destroyed!"
Bimo saw the man's skin starting to cracked like pottery, purple light radiated from the gaps. He was aged quickly before their eyes.
"We have to get him out from there!" Bimo shouted.
"Impossible!" Behind the cult woman. "This is the highest honor!"
Bimo ignored him. He ran towards the medium that was experiencing pain. He must try something risky. He stretched out his hands, not to attack, but to touch the man's temple.
He focused his white fire, not to burn, but to purify. To burn a foreign entity hiding in the man's mind without burning the original human soul.
It's like doing brain surgery with a burst of fire. It takes a very high concentration.
"Get out ... from ... mind ... he!" Bimo furious via Gritted Teeth.
The man screamed louder, his body trembled violently. Purple and white light scrambled in him.
The cultural woman rose and took a gun. He pointed at Bimo. "Let us go out!"
Riani, who hid behind the door, acted. He created a short illusion that the floor under the woman collapsed. The woman was surprised and jumped to the side, her shot missed.
That is enough disorder.
With the last push, Bimo pushed all the power of his purification into the medium body.
A small white energy explosion occurred. The man was thrown back and fell out. Thinly purple smoke came out of his mouth and disappeared in the air.
Bimo fell into his knee, fatigue.
The cult woman screamed angrily. He aimed his gun again, this time towards the helpless Bimo.
But before he pulled the trigger, a shot was heard. The woman jerked forward, a red mark appeared on her chest. He fell.
Behind him, SWAT members led by Inspector Budi entered the room, weapons were still targeted.
"Safe area!" Shouted Inspector Budi. "Lower your weapon!"
The remaining cults obediently surrender.
Bimo crawled at the young man who became a medium. He checked the pulse around his neck. There is a weak pulse. "He is still alive. Need medical help immediately."
Inspector Budi is able to get and signal to the paramedics who participated in.
Riani and Anton helped Bimo stand up. "You succeeded," Riani whispered.
"Together," Bimo answered weakly.
They looked around. The cult headquarters has been neutralized. The medium is survived, even though it is in critical condition. Direct psychological threats have been stopped.
But Bimo knows this is not the end. When the last purple energy disappeared, he heard the last whisper in his mind, full of threats and promises.
This is just a delay, a fire. We have felt your world. We have felt your fear. We will find another way. And when we came, there was no fire that could drive out our darkness.
Bimo bit his lips. They have won this battle. But the war is still far from finished. His enemy was no longer hiding in the shadows. Now, his enemy knows who they are, and know that Bimo is the only thing that stands between him and this world.
That is a frightening understanding.