NO FORGIVENESS FOR YOU

Chapter #10 - Land Beyond The Sea

A very loud bang was produced when Faqur's machete blade collided head-on with the nine-carat keris in Kiwaii Gussur's hand. It was not just a collision of two pieces of metal, but a collision of two polar opposite internal waves.

The blackish red sparks that emitted from Gussur's keris clashed fiercely with the bluish white sparks from Faqur's machete. The air around them in the narrow area suddenly became violent, creating a wave of repulsive wind that hit Zakil's face until he had to close his eyes for a moment.

"Your inner strength is strong, Al-Yassin! But it is dirty with my blood!" shouted Kiwaii Gussur, his bright red eyes staring at Faqur from an inch away.

Gussur's old hands, which should have been fragile due to age, were now pumped with the extraordinary power of the Split Lotus demon. Black veins appeared on Gussur's arms, fending off Faqur's machete with unreasonable strength.

Faqur clenched his jaw, the veins in his neck tightening.

"I have killed your blood with dhikir, devil!"

With a quick twist of his waist, Faqur released the thrust of the blade/keris, letting the blade of Gussur's keris slide to the side, then he slipped under his father's armpit. Faqur's left elbow slammed right into Gussur's right rib, like a blow from the Eagle's Elbow.

Bukkk!

The sound of the blow sounded solid like hitting a hard log. Faqur groaned softly as his elbow hurt. The thunder didn't move an inch. The old man in the black silk robe was completely invulnerable.

Kiwaii Gussur grinned, turned his body and slashed the nine-shaped keris horizontally, aiming for Faqur's neck.

Faqur quickly tilted his body back, letting the smoking black keris tip cut the wind just a few millimeters from the blade. Before Gussur could pull back his dagger, Faqur kicked Gussur's leg with a powerful kick, forcing the old man to lose his balance for a moment, then Faqur jumped up and slammed his machete straight into Gussur's shoulder.

Zass!

The white iron blade filled with psychic power managed to tear Gussur's black robe and cut the skin on his shoulder. Thick black blood spurted out. However, what Faqur saw next made his blood boil. The two-inch deep wound began to smoke, and the split flesh closed up again and then healed in just a few seconds, leaving an ugly black scar.

That was the power of Split Lotus magic. It manipulated the cells of its practitioner's body, making it almost impossible to kill with a normal blow.

Meanwhile, about five fathoms behind Faqur, Zakil's battle was no less fierce.

The dozen or so remaining followers of Kiwaii Gussur, who had previously given way to their leader, now resumed their rampage. They rushed towards Zakil like bloodthirsty undead, trying to break into the open area to kill Tok Kelinga who was meditating on a large rock.

"Allah Maha Besar!" Zakil roared, swinging his black-yellow spear through the darkness of the night.

Papp! Krakk!

The tip of the solid wood directly hit the enemy's knee, breaking it instantly. The enemy fell, but his hand still tried to reach Zakil's ankle. Zakil jumped back, and reflexively stabbed the tip of his wall into the throat of the second enemy who tried to pounce from the right. The enemy's cartilage broke, spewing foamy blood.

Zakil's breathing became shorter. Sweat soaked through his tattered clothes. His left arm, whose scar had just been healed by Tok Kelinga, was beginning to feel sore and heavy from enduring the constant pressure. Zakil was no warrior, his street fighting stamina had its limits.

"Don't give it to anyone! Lailahaillallah!" Zakil motivated himself.

In Zakil's mind, he saw the black mist that enveloped the bodies of these enemies thinning out every time he chanted while swinging the stick. That was Tok Kelinga's message. Physical effort must be accompanied by spiritual dependence. The wall in his hands seemed to become lighter, while his blows became more venomous every time the name of God was on his lips.

However, Zakil's concentration was interrupted when he heard Faqur's scream of pain from ahead.

Zakil turned quickly. His heart felt like it was beating fast.

In the middle of the bloody trail, Faqur was being severely tortured by Kiwaii Gussur. The White Eagle Cekak Warrior was forced to retreat step by step. Each swing of Faqur's machete was easily broken by Gussur who was now moving at incredible speed.

Gussur was not just attacking physically, but he was waging a very cruel psychological war to destroy his son's inner defenses.

"You are too weak, Al-Yassin!" Gussur shouted, slamming his keris repeatedly.

"Your white power is not enough to kill me! Do you know why? Because deep down, you still remember how strong you were when you were a child! You dare to kill your father?" Gussur said again, deliberately provoking Faqur's anger.

Faqur parried the attack with the back of his machete, his teeth clenched tightly to contain his emotions.

"Shut up, devil!"

"I still remember your mother's screams, Black Dog... When I cut her throat on the altar of worship, she called out your name. Please mother, Black Dog... please mother... But you just pushed back the urn, crying, shivering like a dog! You let your mother die!" Thunder's voice lowered, becoming a venomous whisper, penetrating Faqur's eardrums even amidst the clatter of metal.

The words were like bullets piercing Faqur's heart. The dark memories of the night of his mother's murder that he had tried to hide for decades were now roughly dug up.

Faqur's heart boiled. Almighty anger, a bitter grudge that had been stored for a long time, finally erupted. His eyes, which previously radiated the calmness of a warrior, now turned bright red with anger.

In the science of clairvoyance and the art of inner self-defense, anger (nafsu ammarah) is the main door to Satan. When Faqur gets angry, his dependence on Allah S.W.T is temporarily cut off, replaced by dependence on his own ego and revenge.

In the mind of Zakil, who was fighting behind him, he clearly saw the white aura that enveloped Faqur's body suddenly darken, turning into dirty reddish smoke. Faqur's inner armor had leaked!

"Faqur! Don't listen to what he says! Istighfar!" Zakil shouted from afar, while tearing down his wall until it broke the jaw of the approaching enemy.

But Faqur was filled with revenge.

"I'll kill you, damn it!" Faqur roared in a hoarse voice.

He immediately rushed towards Gussur, throwing away all his defensive weapons, and slashed with his machete with the intention of decapitating the old man. That was the biggest mistake. Silat without a reason is suicide.

Kiwaii Gussur grinned broadly. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The old man easily dodged Faqur's attack, then stepped closer to his son's chest. With a movement that could not be caught by the naked eye, Gussur plunged the black, smoking figure-nine dagger right into Faqur's left abdomen.

Zrappp! Cruckkk!

Time seemed to stop.

The rusty blade filled with the poison of a thousand types of magic pierced Faqur's flesh to the base of the dagger. Dark red blood spurted out, soaking the cloth wrapped around Faqur's waist and pants.

Faqur's eyes widened. His machete slipped from his grasp, hitting the mossy stone. He coughed hard, spewing fresh blood from his mouth. The excruciating pain drained all the remaining energy from his nerves. The black poison of the dagger seeped into his bloodstream, burning his internal organs as if it had been doused with acid.

"The end of your lineage, outcast," Gussur whispered in Faqur's ear, turning the dagger's head cruelly on his son's stomach to maximize the pain, before jerking him out.

Faqur fell to his knees on the ground. He held his bleeding stomach, his face contorted a thousand times, enduring the unspeakable torture.

"Faqur!!!" Zakil roared as he saw his friend fall.

Zakil lost control. The former thug beat the two enemies in front of him like a madman. He smashed their skulls with his Tembong until they were broken, then rushed towards Faqur, abandoning his defensive post on the border.

The five remaining Rasuk followers, realizing that the path was open, immediately slipped past Zakil, running quickly towards the field towards Tok Kelinga who was still sitting cross-legged and blind.

"Ketuk Kung! Run, Ketuk!" Zakil screamed in panic, torn between wanting to save Faqur who was covered in blood or Tok Kelinga who was in mortal danger.

Five of Rasuk's black-robed followers jumped in unison, raising their machetes high into the air, ready to chop old Tok Kelinga's body into pieces of flesh.

However, Tok Kelinga did not move an inch. The prayer beads in his hand were still spinning. His lips continued to praise God.

Just as their machetes were about to cut through Tok Kelinga's turban, the blind old man opened his eyelids. Although his eyes were white due to cataracts, a very bright inner light radiated from his eyes.

"La Hawla Wala Quwwata Illa Billah!" (There is no power or effort except by the permission of Allah).

Tok Kelinga uttered the verse in a very slow and gentle tone, but the effect in the unseen world was like a volcanic eruption.

A cyclone-shaped white air wave erupted from Tok Kelinga's body. Waves of monotheistic energy penetrated the five followers of Rasuk in the air. Their bodies seemed to be hit by a concrete wall moving at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. Tok Kelinga had been possessed.

The machetes in their hands shattered into pieces of iron. The bodies of the five enemies were thrown back dozens of fathoms, hitting the trunks of meranti trees at the edge of the field until the trees shook violently. They fell on their backs, stiff and lifeless immediately. The ghostly jinn in their bodies were shattered to pieces when struck by the waves of God's words.

Zakil was amazed to see the karomah bestowed upon the guardians of Allah. Tok Kelinga's absolute dependence on God's protection far outweighed any physical concerns.

Meanwhile, in the bloody trail, Kiwaii Gussur stood majestically before Faqur who was still kneeling in mortal pain.

Gussur raised his keris, aiming for Faqur's neck for the final beheading.

"Go to hell, Black Dog. See your mother in hell!"

Faqur lowered his head, closing his eyes. His breathing was very short. Blood soaked the ground below his knees. As death truly approached, Tok Kelinga's words spoken to him earlier echoed in his mind very clearly.

"Die before you die, Faqur. Turn off your ego, lust and revenge before your body is thrown into the grave. If you fight for revenge, you are a slave to lust. If you fight for Allah, you are His hero."

Tears fell from Faqur's closed eyelids. In his last moments, he let go of everything. He forgave his fate. He let go of the deep grudge against his father. He surrendered his spirit and body completely to the God who created him.

"I am not fighting for my mother, not for revenge... I am fighting solely for You, O Allah. I am calm." Faqur whispered deep in his heart.

When the Halilintar/Storm dagger was swung towards his neck, something extraordinary happened.

A very bright, clean, and pure golden light suddenly lit up from inside Faqur's chest. The bluish-white aura that had disappeared due to anger, now returned with double strength, enveloping his entire body. In Zakil's mind, Faqur looked like a light eagle spreading its wings.

Faqur opened his eyes. All the pain and anger disappeared, replaced by the absolute calm of wisdom.

The smoking black keris was only two inches from Faqur's neck. With a speed that defied the laws of physics, Faqur's left hand rose quickly and caught Gussur's wrist. Faqur's grip did not use physical force, but pure mental energy guided by tawakal.

Kiwaii Gussur was shocked.

"Impossible! You should be paralyzed by my poison!"

"You can only burn my body, Gussur, but he cannot burn my faith." Faqur said slowly, looking straight into his father's red eyes without the slightest hesitation.

Faqur gripped Gussur's wrist even tighter, pumping his hot mental energy continuously into the old man's nerves. Gussur screamed in pain as his veins began to smoke. His grip on the keris slipped.

Without missing the opportunity, Faqur's right hand reached for the hilt of his machete that lay on the ground near his knees. He did not get up. Using the last of the strength lent by the sky, Faqur turned his machete and slashed the sharp blade from the bottom up.

Sretttt!

The blade of the machete pierced the stomach, tore open Kiwaii Gussur's left chest, and penetrated directly into the Split Lotus tattoo that was pulsating in the old man's heart.

Kiwaii Gussur tensed. His bright red eyes opened wide looking at the sky. His mouth gaped, trying to find the breath that had been blocked forever.

From the gap in the wound on his chest where the machete had hit him, an extremely powerful inner scream cut through the world.

It was the scream of the Split Lotus demon spirit that made a pact with Gussur. The tattoo on Gussur's chest burned and shattered, breaking the demonic pact that had claimed thousands of lives in Gussur chest screaming.

Thick black smoke came out of all the cavities of Gussur's body, flying into the night air before disappearing into the wind. His invulnerable magic was completely destroyed.

Gussur's body, which had been strong and sturdy for hundreds of years, suddenly shrank and shrank very quickly, returning the true age of the body that had been borrowed for hundreds of years by the devil. In a few seconds, Gussur's body turned into an old, emaciated and withered corpse.

Gussur collapsed and worshiped the earth, lying on his back on his son's knee.

The trail immediately became silent. All supernatural sounds died. The evening breeze blew again, bringing freshness, sweeping away the smell of waste and sulfur that polluted the air.

Faqur released his machete. The shield of white light on his body slowly faded. The calm on his face was once again replaced by the reality of physical pain. The keris wound in his stomach was bleeding too much.

The White Eagle Cekak Warrior lowered his face, before finally collapsing on the wet ground soaked in blood.

"Faqur!!!" Zakil released his Keris Tembong, ran towards his friend and continued to kneel and hold the young man's head.

Zakil pressed the wound on Faqur's stomach with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears streamed down Faqur's face.

"Please, Faqur! Don't close your eyes! You won! You defeated him!"

Faqur breathed heavily, his eyes half closed. He smiled weakly, his trembling hands trying to reach Zakil's blood-stained hand.

"Mother... Mother has atoned for the sins of our family..." Faqur whispered, his voice very low, lost in the night wind. Faqur's eyes finally closed tightly, his grip on Zakil's hand drooping weakly.

"No! Allahu Akbar, please! Tok Kelinga!" Zakil roared, his voice echoing through the silence of the Laputra Forbidden Forest, crying for the departure of the only friend and brother he had found in that hellish land.

From the direction of the field, Tok Kelinga walked slowly with his bamboo flute towards them. The blind old man's face was gloomy, filled with deep sadness.

However, in the midst of his sadness, Tok Kelinga knew that tonight was just the beginning. Thunder may have died, but his master in the Land Beyond the Sea must have felt the death of his commander.

The real Unseen War in Malaya has actually just been declared.

To be continued.....