A slow, mournful wind brushed across the hills as the sun dipped behind the clouds, casting a somber hue on the hidden burial ground. Rasel's funeral was silent–no ceremonial speeches, no grand farewells. Only a grave, a body wrapped in white cloth, and the grieving hearts of those who once called him brother.
Rasel's body rests wrapped in white cloth, his face uncovered for one final glance. The trees cast dappled shadows as the sun peeks through – an odd peace after a violent end. Hridoy recites Surah Al-Fatiha, his voice trembling. Fakhrul lowers Rasel's body into the grave with his own hands. Soil is poured gently. No headlines, no cameras. Just grief. Just guilt.
Fakhrul: "We walk forward, Rasel. But you'll always be the fire behind us."
No one speaks afterward. Their faces are heavy, especially Nafisa's, who holds her tears until she is alone.
They return to the old HUNTERS HQ. Silence cloaks the room. Fakhrul stands by the large window, eyes distant as he watches the world beyond. Zara broke the silence (voice raw), "Fakhrul… why did you let him go? You could have fought him?" Hridoy stands up and goes to Fakhrul, "Was he ever truly wrong, Fakhrul? You know him better than anyone else here. Tell us what you know about him." Fakhrul then starts to say, "Hridoy, what you said always terrifies me. Maybe he wasn't, or maybe he was. I have known that boy for years. He came to train as a military. Not to join it, but to know about fighting. He knows martial arts, ninja techniques, karate, and kung fu. I knew his family. But some years ago, they suddenly disappeared from that island. Then the zombie apocalypse came, and Earth became this."
He got silenced for a moment. Then again started, "He was very intelligent, creative at everything. I never saw a perfect warrior like him before. But I was disappointed and worried about his one habit. He was very stubborn, but never with me. For him, my every word was a command. But why is he doing this, I don't know. I can assure you one thing that he never wanted to be a king or a ruler."
Hridoy said coldly, "Yes, I also think the same. If he wanted, he could have killed me. But he didn't. He even sent me to you by his own chopper. But whatever he is doing and thinking now–it isn't justice. It's dominion."
Zara and Nafisa still blame Fakhrul for not stopping Siddik when he had the chance. Nafisa slammed her fist into the table. "We watched him execute a world leader on live television! What more do you need to call him a dictator?"
Fakhrul, eyes heavy, simply replied, "We'll take everything he's built–brick by brick. His ego, his fear, his empire. We'll bring it all down. He loves to fight, right? We'll give him a war that he can't even imagine."
At Spiral Island, the air is humid with power. Marble tables glitter beneath golden chandeliers. Presidents, generals, Supreme Court judges, even former enemies, are all seated, lips sealed by tears. The media is ready with their cameras, mics. All are waiting for one man, who turned the world upside down with one speech. In the meantime, Siddik, dressed in sleek black, walks in. He doesn't shout. He doesn't plead. Siddik sits on his throne, a number of mics and cameras are kept in front of him, live broadcasting. Siddik starts to speak, "From today, the world is officially free. No more war, no more deaths, no more chaos. No leader will do anything without my orders. If one dares, he will be sentenced to death. You, the leaders, the judges, the generals, all are invited for a reason. The old rules of your countries have vanished; from today, there will be one constitution. All the countries will follow it and rule the world. There will be 7 Governors for each continent of the world. You will report to them, and they will report to me. In the next 6 months, the Governors will be elected. Until then, you report to me. Any doubts?"
The room stays quiet. One general dares to speak. "You want to rule?"
Siddik: "No, I want order. Actually, I didn't call you here to beg. I called you a rebuild. The world you failed to save… now belongs to me. No more empires built on blood. No more chaos sold as freedom. This is the reckoning."
They nod – some in terror, some in awe. Some leave the island. And other obeys the order Siddik gave.
In the evening, Siddik calls his generals. Siddik says, "I am leaving tomorrow for Europe for 3 days. While I'm gone, it's your duty to maintain the island. When I return… We'll start our main duty. Till then, you have to be careful." Tayeb says, "It's not good for you to go there alone. I can come with you if you don't have any problem." Siddik stands and says smilingly, "Thanks, Tayeb. But it is more important to stay here. I'll be okay." They all left Siddik's chamber.
That night, Rafi and Rafiq corner Tayeb in a dark corridor.
Rafi: "Why did you save him? Rasel didn't deserve to die like that."
Rafiq: "You hesitated when Rasel lunged. You let it happen."
Tayeb: "I saw Rasel's eyes. He wanted revenge, not justice. And Siddik? I've seen his vision. He doesn't want to rule the world. He wants to heal it."
Rafi: "By burning it?"
Tayeb: "Sometimes… you must cauterize the wound before it can heal."
The next day, Siddik steps off a private jet in Italy. No protocols. No security. Just he and his loyal pilot. The air tastes of dust and history.
The ancient ruins of the Colosseum were still under the afternoon sun as Siddik waited. A familiar figure appeared from the shadows – his elder brother, Mehedi Hasan. Their eyes locked. Hasan broke down and rushed forward, embracing Siddik.
Hasan: "Six years. No calls, no messages. Did you forget us? Or were you too busy enjoying your new life without us?"
Siddik: "Let's sit."
They sat on a bench.
Siddik: "I never forget. I know where my family lives. I know where you work, your daughter studies, your wife, and the future of our family. I even know which mosque you and Dad go to."
Hasan looks shaken. He puts a firm hand on Siddik's shoulder.
Hasan: "They why no visit? Why now? Why here? Let's go home. All will be very happy, especially our mother."
Siddik: "Not now, Brother. Dad doesn't want to see my face. And after all this, the past and the present, I have no courage to stand in front of him. I'm here to see you and inform you."
Hasan: "About what? What are you doing? I saw you on TV. People are divided into two teams. Some support you, some are against you. We are afraid and worried for you, Siddik."
Siddik: "You know my idea. The idea I was expelled from the palace. Now it's becoming real. And I want your help. The war is on its way. After all this, you will be the king. You will get the throne that is yours."
Hasan: "Look at you, Siddik. My little brother has grown up. What can I do for you? I am with you till the end of my life. And I never wanted to be the king. That throne belongs to the rightful king, you. And I think you'll need him in this war."
Siddik: "Yes, of course. Without him, my side is incomplete."
Hasan reaches into his coat and pulls out a small silver coin.
Hasan (smiling faintly): "He is waiting for your call. By the way, are you married or dating someone?"
Siddik (smirking): "I married the dream. And now I'm dating the idea that made it real."
Hasan: "Everybody misses you, Siddik. Especially mother, father, and he. I don't miss you. Never did."
Hasan becomes silent, and tears come from his eyes. Siddik hugs him.
Siddik: "Everything will be fine soon, brother. Just wait for my call and do what I say."
Hasan: "You're no longer my little brother. You're something else now. Just promise me… when the world kneels, you'll remember what it felt like to be human."
Siddik: "Only the human part of me bleeds. That's the part I've kept."
The two brothers are sitting together and watching the sunset.
The world watches from behind screens. Cities are divided.
Protesters chant: "No more tyrants!"
Others scream: "Siddik is Justice!"
The media spins fast.
BBC global: "IS HE A MONSTER OR A SAVIOR?"
CNN: "Siddik executes UN President: End of Tyranny or Birth of One?"
Eagle news: "Millions march in support of the 'NEW WORLD ORDER'!
On Social platforms, people clash. Some chant Siddik's name in the streets, calling him "The Savior of the Damned." Others protest outside embassies, burning his effigy.
Two worlds are forming. One loyal to Siddik. One is preparing for war.
At HQ, Fakhrul is planning for war against Siddik. "We need more powers. Now he has people's support. The world is changing. You need more." Suddenly, they looked at the TV news where Siddik was saying:
"Strength leads to challenge, challenge shapes society, and culture leads to downfall."
In the streets, a child wears a T-shirt printed with Siddik's face — "HOPE."
In another, protestors burn the same image under a sign: "DICTATOR."
The war has already begun — not with bullets, but belief.