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Ki Kalam & Ki Sura
Author: X34L
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Arga still lay weak on the bamboo mat, his body heavy as if a mountain pressed upon him. He had been unconscious nearly an entire day, and even now, the faint flicker of his inner strength struggled to reignite. Nearby, Banu Wijaya groaned softly, clutching his chest where pain still lingered like a burning coal beneath his ribs.

Arimbi tended to them both with a quiet patience. Her hands moved gently, grinding herbs and applying salves her master had once taught her to make. Yet despite her efforts, Banu’s wounds were far too deep. He would need weeks, perhaps months, to recover. And this place—this small, forgotten inn at the edge of a desolate forest—was far from safe.

“What should we do now?” Arimbi asked softly, kneeling beside Arga’s side. Her voice trembled between worry and fatigue.

“Wait a little longer,” Arga murmured, his eyes still closed. “Give me one more day. My inner energy is nearly depleted… I need time to recover.”

Arimbi frowned. “But you and Banu... both of you su
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