As the town of Pasir Gudang descended into chaos, with more and more people falling victim to the dark force, the remaining residents could only cower in fear. There was no hope left, no escape. The Penunggu was too powerful. It had been feeding on their fear for too long.

Sarah, now determined to end this nightmare, returned to Kilang Senyap. She had gathered what little knowledge she could from the elders, from the whispers, and from the fading records of the factory's origins. She knew the only way to stop the Penunggu was to confront it—directly.

Rizal had gone missing, but Sarah knew he was still alive, somewhere in the factory. The whispering shadows had taken him, just as they had taken so many others. But she wouldn’t let them claim him. She couldn’t let them win.

The factory loomed in the distance, its dark silhouette against the night sky. Sarah entered the gates, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the whispers before she even stepped foot inside—the oppressive weight of the factory's malevolent energy pressing against her. Every step she took brought her closer to the heart of the darkness.

She reached the room where it all began—the room she had seen in her visions, where the Penunggu had first been awakened. The door creaked open, and there it was: the source of all the terror, the evil that had consumed Pasir Gudang.

The Penunggu.

It was massive, its form shifting like smoke, twisting and writhing in the air. Its eyes glowed with a fiery hunger, and its mouth stretched open impossibly wide, revealing rows of jagged, black teeth. The whispers were deafening now, all around her, drowning out everything else.

Sarah didn’t flinch. She had come here to end this, to free the town from the grip of fear. She raised her hand, holding a piece of the ancient talisman she had discovered in the ruins. The talisman shimmered with an ethereal glow, the only thing that could banish the Penunggu back to the depths from which it had come.

The Penunggu screeched, an earsplitting sound that shook the very foundation of the factory. It lunged toward Sarah, its shadowy tendrils reaching for her. But Sarah stood firm. She chanted the incantation she had learned from the elders, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her insides.

The talisman flared with light, blindingly bright. The Penunggu screamed, a sound of pure, searing rage as it began to disintegrate, its form unraveling before her eyes. The darkness retreated, pulling away like smoke in the wind.

But even as the Penunggu vanished, Sarah felt a chill run through her. Was it really gone?

The last whisper echoed in her mind—soft, sinister—“This is not over.”