The cool air of the Akademi’s subterranean training grounds did nothing to quell the inferno in Bayu’s gut. Jovan Adicandra. The name tasted like ash. Staging an apocalypse. Selling the cure. The sheer audacity of it left him speechless, then enraged. He had to act. And the first step was escaping this gilded cage. He paced the polished floor, a hundred half-baked plans colliding in his head. The main gates were fortress-level secure. Nenek Ratih had eyes everywhere. Chandra, his father, probably had the entire estate wired. But Bayu knew a different kind of wiring. The kind that ran beneath the city, through alleys and backstreets, connecting the unseen pathways only a delivery driver could truly map. He stopped at a utility panel, the kind he’d once bypassed to jump-start a stalled scooter. He’d learned to spot the weak points, the overworked circuits, the forgotten access ports. This wasn't a school; it was an estate. And estates, no matter how grand, always had service tunnels, maintenance shafts, ventilation systems. Places where the help moved unseen, or where a perpetually broke college student on a catering gig once snuck in for extra snacks. His gaze landed on a massive air duct high above. Too small for a normal man. Not for Bayu. He’d once delivered a durian cake through a third-story window by scaling a drainpipe, just to beat a rival service. He found a forgotten maintenance ladder tucked behind a holographic display of the Angkasa constellation. It creaked under his weight, but held. The duct was cramped, dusty, and smelled faintly of ozone and expensive cleaning products. Perfect. He navigated the metallic labyrinth, the rhythmic hum of the estate's power grid guiding him. He knew exactly where this network would finish: the filtration plant at the edge of the mountain reserve, the furthest point from the main house. From there, a narrow service road, mostly used by groundskeepers, led down to the old Jalan Merak. It was a route he'd once used to short-cut a delivery to a reclusive tech mogul. Hours later, his clothes smudged with grime and his muscles aching, Bayu emerged from a disguised access hatch near a thicket of bamboo, exactly as he’d predicted. The night air, fresh and cool, was a balm after the recycled air of the Akademi. He hailed a battered ojek, the driver barely glancing at his dishevelled state. “Jalan Cendana depot,” he said, pulling out a crumpled stack of rupiah. His phone, a burner he’d snagged from a drawer in the Akademi’s utility room, buzzed with a message he'd sent through an encrypted, disposable chat app. A single word: 'Rendezvous.' He waited at the old bus terminal, a place of constant movement and anonymity. His pulse ticked hard against his throat. Then he saw her. Maya. Still elegant, even in a simple dark dress and oversized sunglasses that did little to hide the subtle dark circles under her eyes. She looked thinner, her usually vibrant presence muted. The sight of her twisted a knot in his stomach. He hadn't seen her since she walked down the aisle, her smile fixed, her eyes distant. Now, she was Jovan Adicandra's wife. He approached cautiously. “Maya,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “Thanks for coming.” She flinched, then pulled him into the shadow of a derelict kiosk. “Bayu. What are you doing here? If Jovan finds out…” Her voice was a strained whisper, laced with a fear he’d never heard from her before. “I need answers, Maya. About the device. The one in Ibu’s journal. The Kinetic Drain.” She looked away, her gaze sweeping the terminal as if expecting surveillance. “I shouldn’t be here. You’re in danger.” “I’m already in danger. We all are. Jovan is planning something. Something bigger than you can imagine.” Maya turned back to him, her eyes finally meeting his, and he saw a flicker of the fire he remembered. “I know what he’s planning. I’m living it.” She took a sharp breath through her teeth. “Bayu, I didn’t marry Jovan because I wanted to. My family… The Adicandra clan threatened them. My father’s import business, my sister’s scholarship. They would have crushed us.” Bayu stared, dumbfounded. This was not the story he’d constructed in his mind, the one where his ex had simply chosen power and wealth over him. “What are you saying?” “Jovan isn’t what you think. He’s not a monster. He’s trapped. He’s trying to govern this disaster, the orbital rock, because… because he’s trying to save someone.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Someone he loves, who is gravely ill. He believes the leverage he’ll gain, the resources, will be the only way to save them. He needs the skyfall to hit, but he also needs to be the one to 'manage' the impact, to mitigate the fallout. He thinks he can steer it all.” “He’s playing God,” Bayu said, the words bitter. “He’s desperate. And he’s good at hiding it. He’s been working on your late matriarch’s Drain design for years. Not to destroy, but to contain, to harness the force of the strike itself. He calls it Project Aegis-Delta. He thinks he can turn the asteroid into a regulated power tap.” “The Drain…” Bayu’s mind raced. “Ibu designed it to amplify and balance our output. Not to generate a scripted catastrophe.” “He twisted her research. But the core principle is the same. I know where the primary crystal is. He keeps it in his private lab, in the tower penthouse. He believes it’s the only way to complete the apparatus's dynamic matrix.” Maya reached into her handbag, her movements precise, practiced. She pulled out a small, intricately carved jade piece, glowing with a faint, internal light. “I took this. It’s the focusing lens for the unit. He thinks I’m still loyal, still just his trophy wife. But I’ve been watching, listening.” She pressed the cool, smooth jade into his palm. “It’s a prototype. Ibu’s original schematics used a different fuel source, but this… this is what he’s modified it for. It’s the key to stabilizing the surge. He’s planning to activate the full device when the core rock is closer, to ‘guide’ its final descent and absorb its yield.” The jade weighed down Bayu’s palm like lead. He finally understood. Jovan wasn’t just a corporate shark; he was a man on the edge, driven by a twisted form of love, manipulating an extinction event for a desperate gamble. But it was still a gamble that would cost millions of lives. A sudden blare of sirens cut through the night. Not from the street, but from the surrounding blocks, closing in. Blue and red lights began to flash in the distance. Maya’s eyes darted towards the sound, her face paling. “They found us. Jovan’s security. You have to go. Now!” “But you…” Bayu began. “I’ll create a distraction. Go! To the old Angkasa safe house on Jalan Permata. It’s still listed in the family’s emergency protocols. Use the component. Find out what it truly does.” Her eyes, though wide with panic, held a fierce resolve. “And Bayu… don’t let him win.” As the sirens grew deafening, Maya pushed him back into the shadows, then stepped out into the open, raising her hands as if surrendering to the approaching vehicles. Bayu watched, his blood drumming against his temples, the jade piece cold against his palm. He sprinted, the sound of screeching tires and barking commands echoing behind him, knowing he was leaving her to face a storm he had just helped unleash. He had to make it count. He had to stop Jovan’s apocalypse. And he had to find out what Ibu’s Drain was *really* meant to do with this critical, stolen piece.

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