The sky hummed with the roar of approaching helicopters, slicing through the warm desert air like silent phantoms. The world had been watching, expecting a historic moment—a gathering of world leaders, an announcement that could change the future.
But what they had not expected… was this.
Millions had gathered at the massive open-air stage, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the choppers approached in perfect synchronization. News channels struggled to keep up, their reporters speaking in hurried tones, their voices unable to hide the growing sense of confusion and suspense.
"The world leaders have already arrived, and we were informed that they would soon take the stage… but—this… this is different."
"What we're witnessing now… is something entirely unexpected."
The people in the crowd murmured in anticipation, staring at the fleet of sleek, black helicopters descending toward the secured landing zone. Security forces had sealed off the perimeter, ensuring that no unauthorized personnel could get close. No cameras. No leaks. No mistakes.
It wasn't just an official gathering anymore.
Something bigger was happening.
Inside the lead helicopter, silence sat heavy among the group. No one spoke, but every heartbeat in that cabin carried the weight of a thousand unsaid words.
Mirshad sat by the window, his eyes distant, his thoughts unreadable. The world outside was waiting, millions expecting something they couldn't yet understand. But for Mirshad, this wasn't just a meeting.
This was a moment that would define everything.
Baba, who had been watching him closely, finally broke the silence.
"Son…"
Mirshad turned his head slightly.
Baba's gaze softened, but his voice carried the weight of years. "Your face… it's different today. Heavier. Like you're carrying something even greater than before."
Mirshad didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his fingers tapping against the mask in his hands. A simple mask. And yet, it held the power to decide everything.
A small smile tugged at his lips. "That's because I am."
His brothers exchanged glances, each understanding more than they let on.
Amir, sitting across from him, held out a box containing identical masks—sleek, black, and unreadable. He handed one to each of them.
Mirshad took his without a word, staring at it for a long moment.
Then, Rayyan spoke. "Brother, do you have a plan? Will you reveal your face?"
Mirshad's eyes flickered with something unreadable. "I don't know yet. It depends on the situation."
Malik leaned forward, his expression serious. "If you do… the world will look at you like a god."
A faint smirk played at the corner of Mirshad's lips. But he said nothing.
His silence spoke louder than any answer.
The helicopters descended in perfect formation, landing in the secured zone behind the massive stage. The moment the wheels touched the ground, a wave of tension rippled through the crowd.
The world had been told that this was a meeting of leaders—a moment for the rulers of every nation to stand before their people.
But what they were witnessing now…
This wasn't just a leader's meeting.
This was something else.
Security forces moved swiftly, forming a tight perimeter. No one was allowed near the landing site. No press. No cameras. No unauthorized eyes.
From inside the helicopters, Mirshad and his team could see it all—the sea of people stretching beyond the horizon, the restless energy in the air, the way the media struggled to make sense of what was unfolding.
And then, as if to confirm their suspicions, the news reporters spoke in frantic tones—
"We were told this would be an address by world leaders… but now, we see an entire fleet of private helicopters arriving. Who are they?"
"Something bigger is happening here. This isn't just politics. This is something else."
"Is this still just a meeting… or are we about to witness the arrival of someone greater?"
The people watching from their homes were no different. Social media exploded with speculation. Who were the masked figures arriving? Why was this security so tight? Why were the world leaders themselves waiting instead of stepping onto the stage?
The cameras zoomed in on the figures stepping out of the helicopters—men in dark, tailored suits, moving with absolute precision. Masks covering their faces. Silent. Unshaken. Absolute.
And leading them…
The one figure who moved differently than the rest.
The world didn't know his name.
Not yet.
But soon… they would.
Very soon.
As Mirshad stepped out onto the desert ground, he could feel it.
The shift.
The anticipation.
The moment before the storm.
This wasn't just about him.
This was about the world.
And tonight, everything would change.
Forever.