The room was thick with power.
A presence unlike anything the world had ever witnessed.
Inside the private chamber, the most powerful rulers of every nation stood, waiting. Not as leaders. Not as equals.
But as men in the presence of something far greater.
The moment Mirshad and his brothers stepped in, silence took over. Not a forced silence. Not an organized one.
A silence born out of something deeper. A recognition of power.
Each of the world leaders, men and women who had spent their lives commanding nations, instinctively stood from their seats as Mirshad entered.
They did not bow. They did not salute.
But they stood.
Because when true power enters a room—even kings must rise.
One of the leaders, a man who had once ruled with unquestioned authority, took a step forward. His voice steady, yet carrying an underlying tone of reverence.
"Are you ready, MRD?"
Mirshad's eyes scanned the room.
For a moment, he didn't speak. He let the weight of the moment settle. Let them all feel it.
Then, finally—his voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Go."
"Enter the stage."
"I will join soon."
The leaders exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. They knew better than to question him. The ruler of rulers had spoken.
One by one, they turned and exited the chamber.
The world was waiting.
Outside, the air was electric. A storm of anticipation, ready to erupt.
Millions of people stood shoulder to shoulder, packed together in the desert, waiting for the moment that had already rewritten history before it had even begun.
And then—
It happened.
The first world leader stepped onto the stage.
A wave of cheers erupted. The crowd went wild.
Then another.
And another.
One by one, every single leader of the world walked onto the grand stage, taking their seats in perfect coordination.
Never in history had this happened.
Every nation's ruler. Together.
The news anchors struggled to keep up, their voices rising with excitement, their words barely able to contain the sheer weight of the moment.
"This is… unbelievable. Every major leader, every ruler, every powerhouse figure of the modern world… standing on the same stage."
"This was supposed to be a meeting. But this… this feels like something else entirely."
"This is not just a gathering of leaders. This is an event that will be remembered for centuries."
But even as the excitement grew, something was wrong.
Something was missing.
Because in the very center of the stage, where the most important figures were seated—
Six seats remained empty.
The world held its breath.
Who did those seats belong to?
Why were they still empty?
Then—
A new wave of movement.
Figures dressed in black suits, their faces hidden behind sleek, unreadable masks emerged from the shadows, stepping onto the stage.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Five men, dressed identically, moving with a silent authority that sent chills through the watching world.
They did not introduce themselves.
They did not wave.
They simply walked to their designated seats—the five of the six empty chairs—and sat.
The crowd's reaction was instantaneous.
The cheers turned to something else. Shock. Confusion. Realization.
Who were they?
The news channels struggled to make sense of it.
"What is happening right now? This was supposed to be a world leaders' conference, but… who are these men?"
"Five masked figures. Dressed in black. Sitting among the world's most powerful rulers… What does this mean?"
"Their presence is different. You can feel it. Even the world leaders who walked out before them seem to acknowledge them. Who are they?"
For a few minutes, it was pure chaos.
The world scrambled for answers.
And then—
A new question emerged.
"There are six empty seats."
"Five have been taken."
"Who does the final seat belong to?"
And that's when the realization truly hit.
The way the world leaders remained seated.
The way the five masked men carried themselves with an authority that even presidents and kings did not question.
The way the sixth seat—the one in the dead center—remained untouched.
Someone was still missing.
And whoever they were—
They were the true reason for all of this.
The anticipation reached a breaking point.
The world was no longer just watching.
The world was waiting.
Because now, there was no doubt.
This wasn't just a gathering of world leaders.
This was something far, far bigger.
And the missing figure—the owner of that final seat—
Would change everything.
Forever.