BLOOD OF BORNEO
PREMISE
Damang, a former special forces operative (Military Scholar) who returns to his village in the interior of Kalimantan, finds his homeland beginning to "sicken." A multinational corporation called The Andalusian Order has arrived under the guise of a green energy project. However, Damang smells blood.
Led by Elias Thorne, a charismatic occultist who possesses telekinetic powers and the ability to manipulate blood, the sect is actually searching for the "Heart of the Earth"—the largest spiritual energy point in Kalimantan—to awaken a dark entity from the ancient Andalusian era that they worship.
The sect did not come empty-handed. They brought The Paladins, a mercenary force modified with dark magic, making them bulletproof and granting them abnormal speed.
When his father (the Tribal Chief) is brutally slaughtered before his eyes using a magical ritual, Damang realizes that his assault rifle is not enough. Guided by the spirit of the Panglima Burung through blood-soaked dreams, Damang must undergo a forbidden ritual to awaken the Flying Mandau and master high-level invulnerability.
A great war erupts:
Machine guns vs. poison blowdarts that hunt their targets.
European blood magic vs. the ancestral spirit powers of the Dayak.
Damang must hunt down the sect members one by one within a jungle that can transform into a deadly labyrinth, before Elias Thorne completes the eclipse ritual that will plunge Kalimantan into eternal darkness.
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Chapter: Chapter 14: The Assault on the West Sector Gate The dawn mist hung low, shrouding the canopies of the ironwood trees that had begun to wither along the outskirts of the West Sector. The air felt heavy, not only because of Borneo’s suffocating humidity, but also because of the ozone stench coming from the high-voltage laser fence surrounding the massive facility owned by The Andalusian Order. Hidden behind the thick ferns, Damang crouched with steady breaths. His bare chest revealed the black Rajah pulsing faintly, emitting a thin violet glow that was almost invisible unless observed carefully. “Bara, your position?” Damang whispered into the small transmitter attached to the collar of his robe. “Already at the blind spot of the northern watchtower, Commander. I can see the main fiber-optic cable from here. One small explosion, and their communication system will be blind for three minutes,” Bara’s voice crackled through the static. There was a tension he could not hide. Sali, standing beside
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 13: The Ritual of the Flying Mandau Sali crushed the dark red roots inside a stone mortar with a steady rhythm. The sound of stone striking stone echoed throughout the cave chamber. Smoke from burning agarwood and incense began to fill the air, making the view slightly blurry and breathing feel heavy. In front of them, a stone altar whose surface had been hollowed out by age stood proudly. On top of it, Panglima Nyarung’s sacred Mandau lay motionless. “Take off your shirt, Damang. Sit cross-legged in front of that altar,” Sali ordered without turning around. His voice sounded lower and more authoritative than usual. Damang removed his tactical vest and his torn black shirt. His body, covered in scars and the Rajah that had recently turned black, was exposed to the cold cave air. He walked slowly, feeling the rough stone beneath his feet, then sat cross-legged facing the Mandau. “What exactly are we going to do, Sali? I need a medical explanation or at least a technical one ab
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Chapter: Chapter 12: The Forgotten Faction The sharp scent of upas tree sap and burning incense assaulted Damang’s senses even before he was fully able to open his eyes. The last thing he remembered was the pain splitting through his bone marrow as the Rajah on his body reacted to the aura of the ancient tomb. Now, he felt the cold surface of a stone floor beneath his back, but there was something colder and sharper pressed directly against his Adam’s apple. “Don’t move. One small twitch, and the tip of this blowpipe dart will send kalas poison into your bloodstream. Your heart will stop beating within five seconds,” a woman’s voice said lowly, yet filled with undeniable authority. Damang slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still slightly blurred, but he could make out the silhouettes of several people surrounding him in the dim cave. The torchlight attached to the stone walls cast an orange glow over faces that looked hardened and full of suspicion. Right in front of him, a woman wit
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: 1: The Depths of Baram Hell The killing cold was the first thing that stole Damang’s consciousness. The waters of the Baram River no longer felt like liquid, but like a solid concrete wall slamming against every inch of his skin as he fell from the height of the bridge pillar. Dark. Thick. The sound of the thermobaric missile explosion above only reached him as a dull thud far beyond the layers of muddy water. Damang tried to move his arms, but a sharp pain immediately locked his nervous system. A suspension steel beam from the bridge, weighing hundreds of kilograms, had landed directly on top of his body, pinning his waist and left leg against the rocky riverbed. His lungs began to throb, demanding oxygen that did not exist. “One... two...” Damang counted in his head, trying to control the panic. “Don’t open your mouth. Don’t let the water in.”He forced his eyes open. Through the murky water clouded with mud and engine oil, he saw reddish lights moving along the surface. It was
Last Updated: 2026-05-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 10: BLOOD TEST ON THE SUSPENSION BRIDGEGray mist hung low over the Baram Ravine, shrouding the colossal steel structure that stretched out like the spine of an ancient monster. The Baram Suspension Bridge had been transformed into a vital artery for Thorne’s military logistics. Steel cables as thick as a human torso creaked under the wind’s pressure, emitting metallic groans that seemed to mourn the destruction of the jungle below.Damang crouched on the main suspension cable, fifty meters above the bridge deck. His body was wrapped in a dull black cloak that whipped wildly in the wind. On his back, his ancestral Mandau vibrated subtly—a frequency only detectable by Damang’s synchronized nerves. The sigil on his neck glowed a faint purple. Through his sensory vision, he watched the Thorne convoy approach: three heavy armored trucks escorted by two Light Paladin units."Sector four logistics convoy," Damang whispered. His voice was shattered by the wind. "That’s not just food. Those are catalyst crystals for the Earth Heart
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Chapter: CHAPTER 9: SHADOW GUERRILLAThe Black Forest slowly began to thin, replaced by a sharp scent of chemicals and ozone that stung the senses. Before him stood the Thorne Field Laboratory. It was a giant metal box with dark carbonate walls and sensor towers that rotated like giant eyes.Damang crouched behind a silver fern. The tattoos on his body pulsed with a dim sapphire blue. Since the synchronization, he could sense the electronic frequencies of the laser fence ahead."Halimun," Damang whispered.He remembered Indung Inan’s instruction that Halimun was not merely about hiding the body, but about borrowing 'nothingness' from nature. Now, that knowledge had merged with the neural circuits behind his tattoos.The air around his body refracted, creating a mirage effect. However, the nerves at Damang’s temples twitched violently. Activating Halimun felt like thousands of ice needles being driven into his brain."Hold on, Damang. Don't let your heartbeat disrupt this light refraction," he muttered to himself, regulat
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