The entire world stood still.
Every voice was silenced. Every breath was held.
Millions of people—packed into the desert, gathered in cities, watching on screens from every corner of the Earth— all with their eyes locked onto one man.
MRD.
The Ruler of Rulers. The Power of Powers. The Shadow that became Light.
For so long, the world had waited for this moment.
Now, they had it.
MRD did not speak immediately.
He stood there, letting the moment breathe. Letting the people feel it.
The air itself felt different.
Like the galaxy had slowed down. Like something monumental was about to happen.
And then—he moved.
A single step forward.
The entire desert shook with the weight of it—not from force, but from the energy that surrounded him.
Then another step.
And another.
Slowly, he walked toward the microphone.
And when he reached it, he did not speak.
Not yet.
Instead—he exhaled.
A deep breath.
A breath heavy with the weight of everything that had led to this moment.
The world held its breath with him.
Then, finally—his voice cut through the silence like lightning.
"Hello, everyone. How are you all doing?"
A simple question.
Yet, the impact was seismic.
For a second—everything paused.
Then—chaos.
A roar exploded from the millions gathered.
People screamed. Whistled. Clapped. Cried.
Social media imploded.
Every news station lost control.
The world had just heard MRD's voice for the first time.
MRD let them have their moment.
He stood there, unmoving, as the storm of emotion raged on.
He watched.
Absorbed it.
Let them feel it.
Then—he lifted his hand.
And just like that—everything stopped.
The world obeyed.
The entire planet fell silent.
Because now—he was ready to speak.
And when MRD speaks—history listens.
His voice was calm. Controlled. Unshaken.
"I want a promise from all of you."
"Be quiet. Please. Don't make a sound."
"I know this is a moment unlike any other."
"But if we want to continue—if we want to move forward—you must be patient."
"Can you do that for me?"
One by one, every voice fell silent.
No one knew why they were listening.
Only that they had to.
Because when MRD commands, the world obeys.
He nodded, glancing across the sea of faces.
"I don't know what to say."
"I have been waiting for this moment long enough."
"And so have you."
The roar began again—
But MRD raised his hand.
Silence returned instantly.
"I know every one of you has the same question."
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"Right now, I am here to give you the answers."
The air itself grew heavier.
Every word wrapped around the world like chains.
Then—he made the promise that would shake history.
"When the morning sun rises—this world will not be the same."
"It will change—forever."
"And I am not here to waste the time you have given me."
"I am here to make sure everything I say—becomes reality."
People screamed.
News channels lost their minds.
The internet crashed.
For the first time in history—the world's network could not handle the weight of a single man's words.
MRD stood there. Watching.
He had not revealed himself.
He had not told them his plan.
Yet, the world was already burning in his fire.
The storm had only just begun.
And when it was over—everything would be different.
Forever.