The air was thick with tension.
Millions of eyes were locked on the stage, watching the historic event unfold. The world's leaders sat in unison—an unimaginable sight on its own. But their presence was overshadowed by six masked figures.
Among them, the man at the center—the ruler of rulers, the king of the unseen world.
MRD had finally taken his seat.
And yet, the world still did not know who he was.
The media scrambled to keep up, their voices a mix of shock and awe.
"We are witnessing something beyond comprehension!" "Who are these masked figures? Why are the world's most powerful leaders standing before them?" "And most importantly—what is the meaning of this gathering?"
The noise from the audience was deafening. Some cheered, some stood frozen in shock, some whispered in confusion.
But at the very core of it all, one truth was undeniable.
This was not just a world leaders' meeting.
This was something far greater.
The anchor took a deep breath, gripping the microphone tightly.
He knew this moment would go down in history.
"Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of the world… this is the moment you have been waiting for."
The energy in the air crackled.
"To begin, I would like to invite the first world leader to address this historic gathering."
A tall, commanding figure rose from his seat.
A powerful leader. A symbol of authority.
He stepped forward, adjusting his suit as he took the microphone.
The world held its breath.
"Hello, world."
A thunderous wave of cheers erupted.
The leader let the energy settle before he spoke again.
"Today, we stand united. For the first time in human history, every nation has come together—not to discuss war, not to argue policies, but to ensure the future of every person on this planet."
His voice was strong, unwavering.
"We are here because we refuse to accept suffering as normal. We refuse to allow poverty, hunger, and inequality to dictate the fate of humanity."
A hush spread through the crowd.
"For too long, the world has been ruled by those who benefit from division. By those who grow stronger when others grow weaker. But today… that ends."
A storm of emotions spread through the audience.
The world listened.
The world believed.
"You will soon understand why we are here. What is coming next is something no one has ever seen before. This is not just a meeting. This is the beginning of a new era."
With that, he returned to his seat.
The moment his speech ended, another leader stood.
And then another.
One by one, the most powerful voices in the world spoke.
They addressed the people.
They promised change.
They vowed that the world would no longer be the same after this day.
And all the while—
The masked six remained silent.
Their presence alone was a statement.
The energy shifted.
Something monumental was about to happen.
As each leader finished their speech, one question remained burning in the minds of every person watching.
Who were the masked figures?
The world could feel their power.
Their presence was undeniable.
But their silence was deafening.
The media struggled to keep up.
"Why are they not speaking?" "What is their role in this?" "And more importantly… who is the sixth man at the center of it all?"
Millions stared at the one seat that had been empty just minutes ago.
Now, its owner sat motionless.
Dressed in blue.
Masked.
Unshaken.
Unmoved.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, one of the masked figures moved.
A simple gesture.
A shift of the hand.
It wasn't much.
But it was enough.
The world stopped breathing.
The air turned heavy.
Something was coming.
Something that would change everything.