The air was thick with silence, a silence only broken by the soft rustle of wind brushing across the evening tide. He stepped forward. Mirshad. Not as a man… but as something else now. Something no storm could carry, no sky could measure. His walk was calm, but behind it thunder waited. The Reapers stood in formation. His brothers. Baba. Sophia. Sara. Every soul he ever called family — all watching, all holding their breath. The wind shifted. His sword flew through the air like it had a will of its own and landed in his palm. Blue flames burst across the blade, wrapping around the metal like it had waited centuries for this moment. He passed the helicopter without a glance. "Keep your distance," he said softly. "I don't need wings anymore."
A heartbeat later the earth cracked beneath his feet. A shockwave of raw, untamed energy tore through the island. Sand lifted like smoke. And in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the sky — a blue streak, faster than thought, louder than silence. Rayyan stepped forward, hand on his chest. "We better turn on the live feed," he whispered. "The world's about to witness the return of a god."
The world burned. People ran. Buildings collapsed. The Five had come not to conquer but to destroy. Soldiers had fallen. Civilians turned on one another, puppets of invisible control. And at the heart of it all they stood, laughing. "No one can save you now," the leader sneered. But then… the sky changed. Not with thunder. Not with fire. With light. Gold. White. Pure. The clouds split as if heaven itself had cracked open. And he came.
No crash. No quake. Just footsteps. He walked unmasked, unshaken, through smoke and flame. His sword rested against his shoulder, glowing, whispering. Every camera turned. Every lens focused. The world watched. "Is that…?" "That's MRD." "No… that's something else…" Even the wind went silent as he walked. His eyes swept across the chaos — not in fear, not in anger, in judgment. He raised one hand. No words. Just light. A wave of it rippled through the city, and the minds enslaved were freed. People collapsed, gasping, blinking. Then they saw him. "He came…" "Our king…" "He's here…" The strength returned to their spines, the fear melted from their skin, and they stood.
Sophia pressed her hand to her heart, tears in her eyes. Sara could only cover her mouth. Amir dropped his drink. Malik exhaled slowly. "He's not the same." Rayyan smiled. "He's exactly who he was always meant to be." Baba didn't speak. He only looked at the screen and whispered something no one else heard. "He's ready."
Mirshad walked to the edge of the battlefield and stopped. The Five stood waiting, but they weren't laughing now. The leader stepped forward, voice arrogant, hollow. "So… you're walking again. Thought i broke you." Mirshad didn't blink. "You didn't break me," he said. "You woke me up." Another stepped forward, eyes dark, voice colder. "Your light won't last. We've brought empires to their knees." Mirshad took one more step. "Then prepare to learn what happens when you try to break a man… who wasn't born — but sent." The ground beneath him pulsed. His sword hummed like a living thing. Lightning rippled in the air around him. "This city is not your playground. These people are not your pawns. And this world… is under my watch."
He raised his sword slightly. The sky flickered. And then he said it — with no scream, no rage, just truth. "You had your moment. Now… it's mine."