The Last Bastion of Ingei: Day 8: The Last Bastion of Ingei, #8

By Aammton Alias

Set in a country in Southeast Asia, three conservation activists - who are unlikely friends - continue in their struggle to save endangered wildlife from being sold and exploited, including rescuing the enigmatic 'Pangolin'.They are unaware that they are being watched and face a great danger, an ancient enemy, once familiar to man, but now forgotten.At the same time, a Captain in the elite 5th Recon Unit is brought back to face an unspoken tragedy that no one believes happened, whilst elsewhere, recent supernatural events re-activate a secretive vanguard for human salvation: The LIMA.

 

Day 8: Azan and his spirit guide Laila survive their last battle but must make a decision that will change their lives forever. Meanwhile, Captain Sarin of the elite 5th Recon Unit encounter a powerful and ruthless visitor, who lead them on a perilous mission. In Hilaga, Azilah has an encounter with her past whilst the people of Hilaga trapped in their buildings must find a way to survive. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Content Creations
• Release date: Aug 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201449162

Aammton Alias

Dr. Aammton Alias has been a family physician for almost two decades. He is currently practising in a private community clinic. He is the Vice-President of RELA (REading and Literacy Association). One of the many goals of this organisation is to strive for every child to own and cherish at least one book. He is a keen conservationist and environmentalist who is deeply concerned with the state of the world the next generation will inherit. You can reach him via: Twitter: @Aammton Telegram: @ElTonyX Facebook Page: www.fb.me/aammtonalias

Book preview

Read This First Please!

I can only assume that you have picked up this eBook because you have read my previous books, especially The Last Bastion of Ingei series. Not to confuse matters, but The Last Bastion of Ingei is also known as The Bunian Conspiracy series. The printed books are essentially a collection of the different days: The Last Bastion of Ingei – Day 1 to Day 4, Killing Dreams – Day 5 to Day 7.

I was meant to have released The Well of the 7 Kings two years ago in 2019, almost immediately after Killing Dreams. I had already written the stories back in 2018. I can tell you 1001 distractions and excuses I had, but it’s such a long story, I’d have to write a book on that!

Every day, when I commute to work, I reflect upon the chapters that need to be edited and somehow by the time I get to my clinic. I forget everything. I end up writing up my other books.

Perhaps it is the fear of my mortality – covid-19 struck a colleague who is fighting for his/her life on a ventilator. I hope he/she survives and recovers – that has pushed me to putting this book out no matter the form.

Hence, this book has neither been professionally edited nor proof-read. Please do let me know if you spot any mistakes. Hopefully, once Day 10 is out – I will pull up my pants, pour everything into the mantle and get The Well of the 7 Kings out!

The truth is that The Last Bastion of Ingei or The Bunian Conspiracy series do not sell as well as the Real Ghost Stories of Borneo. I am glad to share that The Real Ghost Stories of Borneo series sell like hot pancakes. However, my most powerful messages, I hope, will transcend thru The Last Bastion of Ingei.

There are layers of hidden stories about real-life events, ‘awarenesses’ and history. I figure everything else I write is to help me publish the rest of the books in The Last Bastion of Ingei.

Throwing out a thousand messages in a thousand bottles into the sea of Life…

Anyway, be aware and enjoy reading…

Acknowledgments

My loving wife and my daughter continue to go beyond inspiring me to complete this novel series - which was initially a NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge. They gave me continuous feedback and encouragement to complete my book, even when they would prefer that I stop and spend time with them on the beach.

Many thanks to my good friends; Dr Jawad K & Dr. Adam I, who allowed me to relentlessly bounce ideas and forward my 'freshly baked' chapters directly to their mobile phones, with no regards to the unsocial hours in anticipation of their immediate and nurturing feedback.

I could not have written this book without having learnt a lot more about life and the ‘inner life’ from my mentor and friend ‘Bob’, for which I am eternally grateful.

I am most grateful to Siti Ghani who took the trouble to spot out mistakes in this book. I hope you enjoy the stories to come.

I also thank my former patients and clinic colleagues in Tutong for sharing so many insights and hidden stories about their lives and their community that made this novel series possible.

Welcome To My Universe

Thank you for picking up this eBook. This is the next chapter from the original novel – The Last Bastion of Ingei: Imminent. I have renamed the entire series as The Bunian Conspiracy.

This novel series has been inspired by a series of events, including the disappearance of an army soldier in Labi. He was missing for 23 days. The Search and Rescue mission had stopped after day 14. They found him underneath a wooden stilted house in a deep rural Tutong village. He thought he was missing for months and claimed to have been stuck in a village, in another dimension – the Bunian world.

I would recommend reading the previously mentioned first book, which has sections Day 1 to Day 4 and then the book Killing Dreams which is Day 5 to Day 7. This book is Day 8.

I have written using multi-first-person accounts for reasons you will appreciate as you read the other books. I assure you that the novel series is a massive universe and will blow your mind as you delve further into it.

There is no you, me or them. We are one and the same.

CONTENTS

Read This First Please!

Acknowledgments

Welcome To My Universe

Azan: Recall

Azan: Gravity

Azan: Upgrades

Azan: Petal

Sarin: Iskandar

Sarin: Sakti

Sarin: Rina

Adib: Stars

Adib: Unforgiven

Adib: FTP

Nurul: Parnia

Azilah: Erez

Omas: Fifth Day

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CHAPTER 94

Azan: Recall

7th December

Location: Bukit Ladan Jungle, Deep in Rural Tutong

They had the best laid plans for a blood feast, they could not fail, as failure was a luxury they could not afford.

In the darkest of nights, the Pontianak vampires had us surrounded and outnumbered. Dozens of Pontianaks streamed endlessly out from the surrounding jungle into our campsite. Their blood-curdling battle cries, snarls and anguished screams filled the bloodlust air as Guru Rahman’s arrows of green light struck the Pontianak enemy, bursting them into a shower of fiery crimson death. As much as The Lima team fought valiantly, there were simply too many of the Pontianaks, and not enough time to rescue our spirit guide; Laila, and my poor self. We had been cut off from the rest of the team, forced to retreat to the riverbank and then into the icy river itself. Our ultimate salvation.

We thought we were safe in the water; we thought the river was impossible for them to enter, but we were so wrong. The Pontianaks pursued us into the river and I waded further and deeper into the treacherous water, whilst carrying the injured Laila on my back. A Pontianak had grabbed me, whilst the other Pontianaks chanted for blood. Our blood.

The Pontianak’s grip was too strong, I could not shake her off as her mouth open widely revealing the rows teeth so huge and so sharp they looked like glistening daggers in the dark, and then her lower jaw dropped down to below where her breasts were. She was going to devour the both of us whole. 

Guru Rahman unleashed a salvo of bright blazing green arrows towards us. I had never seen so many arrows, let alone fiery green ones fill up the night sky. There were even more arrows now than when Guru Rahman fought against that demon named Serigala. Though it was a spectacular show, to us it was nothing more than that as the arrows fell short and missed its targets.

As I prayed in our last moments, the river had suddenly swelled up, drowning our Pontianak attackers. Fighting against the rage of the river, I clung on tight onto one of the river boulders, whilst gripping Laila’s hand. I don’t want to lose her. It was at this moment; I wonder why. Is it simply because she was our guide, the only one we knew who could bring us to The Well of the Seven Kings? Is this the only way to rescue the missing expedition members? The Bunian girl, Laila, is not even human. Why? I wonder if I am trying to save her for a reason that I could barely comprehend. Something deeper and sinister.

The weight and power of the water continue to weaken my limbs, every ounce of myself getting heavier and heavier, whilst my breathing becomes shallow and more laboured. I struggle to squeeze out courage and strength to fight the incredible river current.