A silence heavier than the weight of history itself settled over the desert.
The world was waiting.
The leaders had spoken.
The masked men had given them a glimpse of power.
But something was still missing.
A presence.
A force.
The undeniable truth behind this gathering.
And then—
BOOM.
The night sky exploded.
Fireworks erupted behind the stage, lighting up the world in colors of fire and gold. Not just here, but everywhere.
From New York to Tokyo.
From London to Cairo.
From Dubai to Moscow.
Every city, every country, every corner of the Earth was witnessing the same spectacle.
A global firestorm.
The people gasped. Some stood frozen, unable to process what they were seeing.
Because this didn't happen when the leaders spoke.
This didn't happen for presidents.
This didn't happen for kings or emperors.
This was reserved for something else entirely.
Something greater.
Whispers surged through the crowd like an unstoppable wave.
"What is happening?"
"Who is coming?"
"Why now?"
Millions of voices collided, but none could answer. Because no one knew what was coming.
Until they saw him.
The air shifted.
The tension snapped like an iron chain breaking under sheer force.
He stood.
The sixth masked figure slowly rose from his chair.
The crowd didn't cheer.
The crowd didn't move.
They couldn't.
Something about this moment was different.
It wasn't just a man standing.
It wasn't just another speaker.
It was the arrival of something greater.
And then—
The world leaders stood up too.
One by one.
First, the presidents.
Then the prime ministers.
Then the kings, the rulers, the emperors.
Every single one of them rose in absolute respect.
And then—
The soldiers saluted.
Not just the ones in the desert, but across the entire world.
Security forces.
Elite military units.
Armies standing in formation in every capital.
They placed their hands on their chests as one.
And then—
The people followed.
Millions of hands instinctively moved to their chests, mirroring the salute.
They didn't know why they were doing it.
They didn't even know who they were doing it for.
But they felt it.
They felt the power of one man.
The man the world had feared.
The man the underworld had hunted.
The man who had built an empire out of nothing.
The power of MRD.
The air was alive with tension.
No one knew his face.
No one had heard his voice.
But every person in the world had felt his presence.
And now, for the first time, they were seeing it.
The reaction was instant.
News anchors fell silent.
Some literally removed their earpieces, unable to process the moment.
Journalists clutched their microphones, struggling to find words.
Social media exploded.
WHO IS HE?
WHY ARE THE WORLD LEADERS BOWING?
THIS IS NOT A MEETING—THIS IS A CORONATION.
Posts flooded every platform.
People filmed themselves saluting their screens without even realizing it.
The energy was uncontrollable.
Because something was different.
This wasn't just power.
This wasn't just influence.
This was something unseen in history.
And still—
MRD had not spoken a single word.
He simply stood there, gazing across the world he was about to change.
The wind whispered through the desert.
The night was alive with anticipation.
MRD's mask reflected the lights of the firestorm behind him. His blue suit was untouched, his posture unwavering.
The king of shadows had stepped into the light.
But he did not move.
He did not need to.
Because the world was already bowing.
And in that moment, every single person on Earth finally understood—
This was not just a meeting.
This was not just a leader.
This was the beginning of something greater.
And nothing would ever be the same again.