The red line office turned into a large workshop. Pak Daru's notebook, "Void-Breaker", is wide open on a table covered with drawing paper. The complicated engine diagram is displayed on the wall, photographed and projected to a large screen to be studied together.
Bimo led this operation with a burning focus. "We have three main components," he said, pointing to the diagram. "The ritual iron frame, the cable network from the pure red line, and the sun's liver as the core of energy. Plus one anchor is willing."
Anton scratched his head, looking at the list of impossible materials. "Ritual iron? What is it like?"
"The iron forged under a total lunar eclipse is cooled with water that has been blessed by seven generations of priests," Bimo answered, reading from the book. "Pak Daru keeps a few stems in the basement. It's ready."
"Then, the cable from the pure red line?" asked Dr. Maya. "That's not a physical cable, right?"
"No," Bimo said. "That is the thread of destiny itself. We must weave it from the red lines that we see. It will be the most difficult part. Only me and Riani can see it. And we have to spin him to become a conductor."
Riani looked at Bimo worriedly. "That means we have to manipulate our own destiny. It's dangerous."
"Everything is dangerous," Bimo answered briefly. "Anton, you and Dr. Maya are tasked with assembling the iron frame according to this specifications. Each size must be precise. Every angle must be perfect."
"Understand," Anton said, immediately took the gauge and tools.
"Riani, with me. We must start spinning."
While Anton and Dr. Maya began to measure and cut heavy and cold ritual iron, Bimo and Riani sat cross -legged on the floor, facing each other.
"Look at the lines around you," Bimo's instructions. "Don't look as destiny. Look as yarn. Pure energy. Now, try to take one. Pull slowly."
Riani closed her eyes, then opened it again. His death is now emitting silver luster. He reached out his hand, trying to reach a thin red line connected between the plant pots in the corner of the room and a cat who slept on the cupboard. When his fingers touched him, the line trembled, but could not be held.
"I can't!" he complained. "It's like smoke."
"Because you try to hold it with your physical hands," Bimo explained. "Use your mind. You are psychic. Think of it as an extension of your will."
Bimo himself shows how. He saw a red line connected between two books on the shelf. He did not move his hand. He just looked at him, and the line slowly escaped the two books and floated towards him, spinning over his palm like a glowing silk thread.
Riani tried again. This time, he focused, empty his mind from everything except the fate thread. He imagined an energy hand sticking out from his forehead and grabbed a line. Slowly, a common thread was released and began to float towards him.
"They don't like this," Riani whispered, feeling the vibrations of the discomfort of the thread.
"They are just energy. They have no feelings," Bimo denied, but he also felt strange pressure in the air. Manipulating destiny thread is a violation of the natural order.
They worked for hours. Every thread that they managed to take and pile along with other threads require extraordinary concentration. Every strand makes them more tired, as if they attract a very heavy burden with their minds.
On the other side of the room, the sound of tolled and grinding was heard. Anton and Dr. Maya, with the help of some portable heavy equipment, forms ritual iron into a structure like a giant fork with a complicated wire winding. Sweat wet their clothes.
A few days passed with the same pattern. They slept for only a few hours in the office. Eat only to survive. The atmosphere is tense and focused.
Budi, who is now not tied to, actually helps them. He cleaned, prepared food, and took over security monitoring. He did all the low tasks without complaining. His gaze was always serious, accepting his new destiny.
One night, when Bimo was soldering a complicated connection to the iron frame, Budi approached him.
"Will it hurt?" asked Budi suddenly.
Bimo stopped working. "Void-Breaker?"
"The process is anchor," Budi explained.
Bimo put the solder. "According to the book, yes. Very painful. It will tear your soul from the body, focus all your essence into a guide ray, and then ... let it go."
Budi nodded, digesting the information. "And after that? If I survived?"
"Your consciousness may be spread. Stranded. Or returning to the reincarnation cycle, but with deep wounds," Bimo answered honestly. "But most likely, you will be destroyed. Totally destroyed."
Budi took a deep breath. "Good." He turned to leave, then stop. "Thank you," he said. "Don't lie to me."
"We need you to believe in us at that time," Bimo said. "Lies have no place here."
Finally, after a week of hard work, all components are ready. The ritual iron frame stands tall in the middle of the room, a scary and beautiful metal masterpiece. The thread of destiny that was spun was connected into it, shining with a soft red light between the iron winding. The sun's heart, the crystal, is placed in a holder in the center of the structure.
What remains is a trial.
"We have to turn it on," Bimo said. "Without anchors. Just to make sure everything is functioning."
He approached the machine. According to the book, to turn on passive mode, a spiritual spark is needed. He lit a small fire at the tip of his finger and touched it to a recipient panel.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the entire iron frame trembled. The thread of destiny in it brought brightly, emitting the sound of buzzing high -pitched. The sun is a glowing sun, emitting warm light throughout the room. The symbols in ritual iron glow with golden light.
"That works!" Anton shouted, happy.
But suddenly, the lights in the room went out. The generator buzzed loudly and died. The computer screen is dead. The entire office was submerged in darkness, only illuminated by void-breaker light and Bimo fire symbols that automatically lit up on the wall.
"What happened?" asked Riani.
"The tool sucks too much energy!" Answer Dr. Maya, rushed to the control panel. "Generator can't! We have to turn it off!"
Bimo immediately pulled the fire. Void-Breaker died, and the buzzing subsided. The generator tries to live again, faltered, and the lights flicker again.
"We have a big problem," Anton said, his face was pale. "Imagine when we turn it on with full strength plus anchors. That will require more power. We can extinguish electricity throughout Jakarta!"
"Even worse," added Dr. Maya, seeing the reading in the panel. "Leales of energy can turn off every electronic device in a kilometer radius. We will be blind, deaf, and isolated."
Bimo strongly condemned. "Mr. Daru must have a solution. He must have thought of it."
They re -opened the book, looking for phrases such as "energy consumption" or "disposal".
Riani found it. "Here! A small attachment in the back. 'For stable operation, void-breaker must be connected to a nexus point'."
"What is Nexus Point?" Anton asked.
"The meeting point of fate lines," Bimo answered, his eyes sparkled. "The place where the natural energy of the universe is most concentrated. It's like a outlet for cosmos."
"Where is that point?" asked Dr. Maya.
Bimo closed his eyes, feeling the flow of red lines around him. He felt his pulse, looking for the center. Then, he opened his eyes.
"It was not somewhere in Jakarta," he said, his voice sounded in disbelief. "That's at * below * Jakarta."
"Lower?" Riani repeated.
"Underground tunnels. Old water paths. Closed caves," Bimo explained. "There is a large room. That's where the ancestors first performed the ritual. That's the place where everything began."
"How can we know?" Anton asked.
"Because red lines do not only spread on the surface," Bimo said. "They headed down, like roots. And they all met in one place." He looked at them all. "We have to bring void-breaker underground. To the heart of the city."
The plan is crazy. Bring a large and complicated iron structure through an underground tunnel that may have collapsed and full of obstacles.
"We have no other choice," Bimo said, staring at the void-breaker who was now silent. "That's the only way."
Preparation starts again. They studied the underground map of Jakarta, looking for a path that can be traversed. They collect spelunking equipment, head lights, and ropes.
Budi approached Bimo when the others were busy. "Will this work?" he asked.
"We must believe that it will succeed," Bimo answered. "Believe it is half of the battle."
"And the other half?" asked Budi.
"The willingness to do what to do," Bimo answered, staring straight into Budi's eyes. "Are you still willing?"
Budi did not immediately answer. He saw the void-breaker, then to the faces of the tired red line team but full of determination. He took a deep breath.
"I'm willing," he said, with a stronger confidence than before. "I'm ready."
Bimo nodded. There is nothing else to say.
Tonight, they will go down to the dark. To put their last weapon in the heart of the battle. To end the war that has threatened their existence.