The workshop , once their heart of creativity and hope , lay in ruin. Silently, they all knew: this wasn't random destruction. There was a message hidden in the chaos. Time had shifted. Doubt had no place anymore; reality had arrived.
Kaivan's blood surged as his eyes caught a figure amid the rubble. "Zinnia! Radit!" he called, his voice breaking between panic and despair. Without hesitation, he sprinted across the debris, stumbling more than once. Frans followed, jaw tight. At the threshold, Thivi froze, trembling, unsure what to do.
Kaivan knelt beside Zinnia, hands shaking as he touched her shoulder , her skin was cold, yet faint breaths proved she was alive. "Zinnia, wake up…" he whispered, then turned to Frans. "Find something to lay her on! Call an ambulance!"
Frans fumbled for his phone while Radit, in the corner, stirred. He sat up slowly, face pale and dazed. Frans rushed to him, patting his shoulder. "What happened?"
Radit shook his head. "They came… looking for Felicia… couldn't find her… so they wrecked everything."
Kaivan's gaze sharpened. "Who were they?" But before an answer could come, footsteps echoed.
Felicia stood in the doorway, sunset stretching long behind her. Her face was pale, her voice a fragile thread. "This is my fault… I brought them here."
Thivi stepped forward, but Felicia retreated. "I have to go. He won't stop hunting me. You're all in danger."
Before anyone could stop her, Felicia ran. "Felicia, wait!" Kaivan shouted, but only silence replied.
Frans placed a steady hand on Kaivan's shoulder. "We need to leave too. The gold's been sold, but if anything remains… they'll come back."
Kaivan stood still, eyes on the wreckage holding their dreams and work. Thivi stayed close, her usual brightness dimmed, eyes rimmed red.
Sirens wailed, slicing through the quiet, and paramedics entered, gently lifting Zinnia onto a stretcher. Thivi squeezed Kaivan's hand, offering calm amid the storm. "Kaivan," she whispered, "we need to find a new place."
Kaivan didn't answer. He stood amidst the ruin, staring at a sky slipping from crimson to deep blue. The fading light wrapped the heavens like a curtain, closing a chapter. His gaze was hollow, yet inside, a spark flickered , small, but unyielding.
He drew in a long breath. Then, with a heavy voice laced with resolve, he spoke.
"Hey, Tome Omnicent… I want to know who they are. And I'll destroy everything."
His words echoed through the fragile air, shaking what was left of their calm. A strange energy wrapped around them, making Frans, Radit, and Thivi stare at Kaivan in stunned silence. The quiet, steady boy they once knew now stood transformed , eyes ablaze, fists clenched, a new strength stirring inside him.
Kaivan pulled the Tome Omnicent from his Bag. The book quivered softly, as if answering his call. His fingers brushed across the worn, empty pages until faint writing began to bloom across the paper. The sound of shifting parchment was soft, like whispers from the past only he could hear.
"I found it," he said firmly. "Them , Julian and his men. They're the ones who destroyed this place. They're hiding in an old building in downtown Bandung. But we still have time to strike before they move."
Radit, slumped weakly against the wall, raised his head. "I remember," he murmured. "Kaivan once used that book to help someone who got robbed. It was always right on time. Like it knew everything."
Frans, standing by the doorway, nodded. "Yeah. When I didn't know how to confess to Tira, Kaivan told me to wait. He was right. The book always knows."
Thivi frowned, still puzzled. "But when I opened it, it was empty. Nothing there."
Kaivan closed the book carefully. He met each of their eyes, one by one. "I'll explain later. Right now, we have to move. Frans, get the car ready. We're going to that mall , tonight."
Frans hesitated, feeling the weight of the sudden mission. But Kaivan's steady gaze left no room for doubt. "Alright," he said simply, hurrying outside to prepare the vehicle.
Kaivan turned to Radit. "Grab five bottles of mineral water. Make sure they're full."
Radit nodded, though confusion crossed his face. "Water? What for?" he asked, heading for the supplies.
Without replying, Kaivan shifted his gaze to Thivi. "Do you have any shampoo? Mix it into the bottles."
Thivi blinked. "Shampoo? What for?" she whispered, almost afraid to ask.