The helicopter cut through the sky, its engines humming steadily, but inside…
Silence.
Not a single question. Not from Amir. Not from Malik. Not from Rayyan.
For the first time, his brothers did not ask him what came next.
Not because they didn't want to know.
But because they had finally accepted the truth.
MRD's plans were unpredictable.
His vision was beyond their understanding.
And by now, they had learned—
The only way to see his next move was to witness it unfold.
After hours in the air, the helicopter finally began its descent.
Their island. Their fortress. Their kingdom.
As the rotors slowed, two figures stood waiting outside.
Sophia. Sara.
The moment Mirshad stepped onto the ground—
Sophia ran to him.
She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.
They had all watched the meeting.
They had all witnessed the world bow to him.
And yet—she held him not as the ruler of the world, but as the man she loved.
His arms wrapped around her. His chin rested against her hair.
A moment of peace.
Then—he lifted his gaze.
His brothers.
They stood, watching him, unreadable expressions on their faces.
Then, one by one, they smiled.
No words needed to be spoken.
They already knew—this was just the beginning.
And together, they walked forward.
The doors to their fortress opened.
And inside, their entire empire was waiting.
The Phantom Reapers.
The soldiers.
The scientists.
The doctors.
Everyone who kept this world in balance.
They all stood in silence, lined up perfectly, waiting.
And then—
As one, they raised their hands to their chests.
And saluted.
A gesture of absolute loyalty.
Not out of fear.
But out of respect.
Their leader had returned.
Their ruler had won.
Their God had spoken.
They did not need to ask what came next.
Because whatever it was… they would follow.
MRD walked between them, his golden eyes scanning every face.
Not a single one held doubt.
Only belief.
And then—he finally spoke.
"Anyone has questions?"
A moment of silence. Then, finally—
One soldier stepped forward.
Not to speak.
But to kneel.
And as he did, the others followed.
Hundreds.
One by one, they dropped to their knees.
Not because they were told to.
Not because they were afraid.
But because they believed.
MRD had done what no other leader in history had done.
He had proven himself.
He was not just a ruler.
He was their future.
And then, finally—one of them spoke.
"No questions, brother. Only one thing to say."
"We are honored to stand beside you."
MRD's lips curled into a smirk.
"Perfect."
A roar of cheers exploded through the hall.
And then—
They returned to their duties.
Because this was no longer just about war.
This was about rebuilding the world.
Hours later.
The core of MRD's empire gathered in the private chamber.
His brothers.
His love.
Sophia had not left his side since they arrived.
She sat beside him, silent, her hand resting against his arm.
Sara stood near Rayyan, her expression calm—but her eyes focused.
The brothers sat across from him, waiting.
And then, finally—
MRD leaned forward.
And he spoke the words that would change history.
"I will tell you what happens next."
"The real game begins now."
Silence.
Tension.
And then—
The world shifted once again.
Because whatever came next—
It was going to be bigger than anything before.