The air was thick with anticipation. Millions of people stood in silence, their eyes locked onto the stage, their ears waiting for the next words to be spoken. The energy in the desert was electric, a force unseen but deeply felt.
The anchor gripped the microphone, his hands trembling slightly. His throat was dry. For the first time in his career, he was at a complete loss for words.
What do I say?
Who do I call?
What comes next?
His eyes darted toward the six masked figures seated among the world's most powerful leaders. The entire world was watching, waiting for answers. The leaders had spoken, their speeches igniting hope and curiosity—but now, all eyes were on the six unknown figures.
These were not politicians.
These were not rulers of nations.
These were something else.
The anchor swallowed hard. His suit, which had been pristine at the beginning of the event, was now damp with sweat. He wiped his forehead discreetly, his mind racing for a way out of this situation.
Who do I invite next?
How do I address them?
What if I say something wrong?
He had never felt such immense pressure in his life.
And then—
A movement.
One of the masked men slowly stood from his seat.
The tension in the air snapped like a whip.
The world froze.
The man who stood was Rayyan.
The moment his black suit and masked figure rose, the entire desert erupted into chaos. The reaction was instant.
A sea of people losing control.
Screams. Whistles. Cheers.
Millions of voices roaring as one.
Cameramen scrambled to zoom in. News anchors shouted over each other in excitement. Social media exploded in real-time. Every online platform was flooded with the same words:
"WHO IS HE?"
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"WHAT ARE WE WITNESSING?"
Rayyan took slow, deliberate steps toward the microphone. His presence alone commanded silence. The wild cheering didn't die down—it was cut off.
As if the world itself had held its breath.
Then, his voice thundered through the speakers.
A deep, powerful voice.
A voice that didn't just speak—it carved itself into history.
"Hello, everyone. Ladies and gentlemen."
His words rolled over the desert like a storm. The entire world felt them.
The reaction was insane.
People screamed. Some clutched their chests, unable to process what was happening. Others raised their hands, as if reaching for something divine. In homes, in offices, in streets, people stood frozen in front of their screens, unable to blink.
Because this was not normal.
This was power.
Rayyan continued, his voice unwavering.
"I hope all of you are doing well. My brothers, my sisters."
The weight of his words settled over the crowd. The moment he said "my brothers, my sisters," something shifted. This was not a speech of division. This was not a man speaking down to the people.
This was a brother addressing his family.
Millions felt it.
The energy changed. It became personal.
Rayyan let the silence stretch for a moment, letting the world absorb his words. Then, he took a deep breath and continued.
"I know why you are here. I know what every single one of you is thinking."
He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the crowd.
"You are asking the same questions over and over again."
His voice grew sharper.
"Why this meeting?"
"What is happening here?"
"Who are we?"
Every single person felt exposed.
Because he was right.
These were the exact questions burning in their minds.
Rayyan's voice lowered slightly, becoming almost hypnotic.
"You see us sitting with the world's most powerful leaders."
"And that should be your answer."
The words sent shockwaves through the world.
The realization hit.
For the first time, millions of people truly saw it.
The six masked figures were not guests.
They were not advisors.
They were not secondary to the leaders.
They were something else entirely.
The true power in the room.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Rayyan let the weight of his words settle. Then, without another word, he turned away from the microphone and walked back to his seat.
He didn't need to say more.
Because he had already done what needed to be done.
He had planted the question in their minds.
If these six men sit among the leaders of the world… then who are they?
And more importantly—
Who is the one still sitting in the center?
The world was burning for answers.
And the fire had only just begun.