The sound of the bus wheels grinding on the dirt road slowly replaced with asphalt. The sky outside was already dark, only occasionally lit by the sparse beams of streetlights. The light inside the bus was dim, leaving behind faint shadows of exhausted sleeping faces. But not everyone was asleep.
Bima was still awake. His gaze was fixed out the window, staring at the night sky that now felt further away than usual. On his chest, the heirloom necklace vibrated softly, as if responding to something he did not yet understand.
> "Do you feel… we haven't really returned?"
Lina's voice was heard softly from her seat across from her.
Bima didn't answer right away. He just turned his head slowly, then nodded.
> "As if… there was still something left there," he answered softly.
"Or… something that came with us."
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A few seats back, Riko yawned widely while staring forward. Although tired, his eyes narrowed warily. He shifted his seat closer to Bima and Lina.
> "I don't fully understand the battlefield, the voices, or your symbols, Bim… But one thing I do understand—our lives are not the same as before."
He patted Bima's shoulder gently, then leaned back.
> "And I won't leave you. Whatever we face."
Bima smiled slightly, but his eyes were still full of questions. Their world had indeed changed—and the strangest thing of all was: he didn't feel afraid.
What he felt… was a calling.
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In the Sky of Langitara – The Upper Realm of the BIMA World
(Note: Langitara is the official name of the Middle World in this universe)
The sky in Langitara knows no day or night. Time there is like a moving painting—eternal and changing in a rhythm that only those chosen to live in it understand.
Among the floating landmasses in the Nafarra Murya region, stands a flying city made of Seurayal rock—white rock with gold veins that holds the power of Varaktama. This city was Murya City, the headquarters of the oldest observer clan: the Murya Clan.
In the energy-focusing chamber, light footsteps could be heard bouncing. A tall woman in a wind-robed figure stepped in. She was Lady Symeris Murya, leader of the Murya Clan, protector of the celestial observation line.
> "The fourth sign has appeared," Symeris said, her voice carrying a soft and powerful echo. "And the synchronization of legacies has occurred… without our trigger."
Before her stood an advisor from the clan's outer wing, Varnell, clad in a long coat and carrying a second-grade Varaktama scroll. He nodded.
> "We have not detected any active interference from the Underworld, my lady. However, fluctuations around Key Mountain are affecting three ley nodes connected to the Axis of the Deep."
Symeris stood, the light around her adjusting to her breathing.
> "Summon Ravleen Zhariya, heir of the scout blood. Only she can walk without a trace."
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Crossing Passageway - Murya City
In a crystal-like passageway stretching out, Ravleen Zhariya—a young observer with purple and blue eyes—was preparing. She was wrapped in a fine robe layered with Athamara Weave, the spiritual fabric of the dimensional weavers.
An old guide, Elarno, approached her. He touched Ravleen's shoulder and whispered.
> "Observe from afar. Do not disturb her tracks. The child is not yet ready to realize Langitara."
Ravleen nodded. But in her heart, curiosity danced stronger than the doctrine of observation.
> "A child from the Bima World… who can open his own resonance. An ancient story… comes back to life."
And with the light of transition in the form of the Inverted Cloud Symbol, Ravleen disappeared into the Bima world layer. While carrying the invisible eye… to witness the hidden.
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> "A human child with spontaneous synchronization… like a fairy tale coming to life."
Then… she jumped into the vortex of transition light. And Varaktama's tracks began to be read by the invisible eye.
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In Bima's World – Brebes City
The bus slowly stopped in the schoolyard. The sound of brakes was heard, followed by the creaking of automatic doors opening. The children began to wake up one by one. Some were still sleepy, others hugged their friends because they were relieved to finally be back.
Mr. Arman stood near the exit, checking the children one by one.
Bima got off last. His steps were slow. Catty and Brody didn't come to school with him, but he could feel it—they weren't far from him.
Lina followed behind. "Bim... are you okay?"
Bima turned and nodded.
> "I'm still confused... but I know, this isn't over yet."
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In the Hallway – Night
Bima walked slowly towards his room in Uncle Bando's house. Every step felt heavy. As if this house was no longer a place to rest, but the starting point of something much bigger.
In his room, Bima sat on the edge of the bed. He opened his heirloom necklace and held it tightly. Then… he heard a voice.
> "Bima…"
The voice was not a human voice. But it was familiar. The voice he had heard on Mount Kunci, when everything had begun.
But now, the voice came… from within himself.
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In a Faraway Place — The Cliff of the Closed Plain
Jaguar stood on the edge of a rock cliff. His sharp eyes stared at the night sky full of stars. In his hand, a surveillance crystal vibrated softly. He snorted.
> "He… is growing too fast."
> "If this continues… I have to intervene before everything gets too chaotic."
But he knew… it wasn't time yet.
Not yet.
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Back to Bima's Room
Bima lay down. Outside the window, the wind whispered again. But not an ordinary sound.
He heard… like the singing of spirits connected to his blood.
> "The second step has begun."
In the corner of his room, a faint light flashed. But invisible to the ordinary eye.
Only those who carry the line of inheritance can feel it.
And that night, in a seemingly ordinary place…
The traces of Varaktama came back to life.
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End of Chapter Quotes
> "Not all traces are visible on the ground.
Some are left in the air…
In the blood…
And in silence, they wait to be found."
— Langitara, Second Whisper
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End of Chapter 12 Poem:
> Silent night, rolling mist,
Hidden steps slowly creeping.
Inheritance rises, secrets are rotated,
The world speaks without a meaningful voice.
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