Night had fallen over the Ubhia River.
Moonlight spilled across the water like silver dust, and the slow current carried the quiet sound of the world breathing in the dark.
Musa stood on the wooden veranda, looking at the river.
Ever since Hamza, Yusuf, and Bilal had left earlier that night, a plan had been forming inside his mind. It kept returning, again and again, until finally he knew what he had to do.
Suddenly, he turned and walked inside.
"Saeed," Musa said calmly, "bring them back. Now."
Saeed looked up, surprised, but he didn't question him.
"Right away."
He rushed outside.
A little while later, the door opened again.
Hamza, Yusuf, and Bilal entered the room, their faces full of questions.
Hamza spoke first.
"Commander… what's going on?"
Musa sat beside the table and gestured for everyone to sit down. The room slowly grew quiet.
Then he spoke, his voice deep and serious.
"I've made a decision."
Everyone waited.
"Tonight," Musa continued, "we leave this place. All of us. Saeed's family, Zakia… everyone."
Hamza frowned in confusion.
"Where will we go, Commander?"
Musa smiled.
It was the kind of smile that carried certainty.
"We're going to Yada."
The name alone made Hamza's eyes widen.
"Yada? You mean… our headquarters?"
Musa nodded.
"Yes. The main center of the organization. The place where our true power exists."
Then he turned to Saeed.
"Saeed, do you know the name of this organization?"
Saeed slowly shook his head.
"No. You never told me."
Musa stood up and walked toward the window. The Ubhia River glowed under the moonlight.
Then he spoke the name.
"International Dark Forces Corps."
He paused.
"IDFC."
Hamza, Yusuf, and Bilal immediately straightened with pride.
Musa continued slowly.
"IDFC… a name that makes powerful nations lose sleep at night."
"We are the shadow that brings light from the darkness."
"We are the path that leads to the fall of tyrants."
Saeed stared at him, stunned.
"You… you're the leader of this organization?"
Musa nodded once.
"Yes."
"This organization was built by my hands. Years of struggle. Years of blood."
Then he looked at Hamza again.
"Send a message to Yada. Tell them we're coming. Everyone must arrive safely."
Hamza quickly took out his phone.
"Yes, Commander."
Before sunrise the next morning, everyone was ready.
The air was cold, and the sky had just begun turning pale.
Saeed stood beside Nadira, Amir, and Sara. Zakia was still weak, her body recovering slowly.
Without saying anything, Musa lifted her gently into his arms.
The little girl rested her head on his chest, silent.
As if she already trusted him more than the world.
And so the journey began.
First by boat across the wide river.
Mist floated above the water as the boat moved forward quietly.
Then came the mountain roads.
Narrow paths twisting between cliffs and forests.
Hours passed.
The world slowly changed around them.
By late afternoon, they finally reached a place that looked almost unreal.
Yada.
A hidden country built on the peaks of mountains.
From afar, it looked like a dream—green forests surrounding a modern city rising in the middle of nature.
But Yada was not just beautiful.
It was powerful.
Yada was an independent state that could not be found on any map.
Its location was one of the most carefully guarded secrets in the world. It existed in a mountainous region between the borders of three countries.
Small in size, but immense in influence.
There were no foreign embassies here. No international organizations.
Only the headquarters of IDFC and the city that had grown around it.
Yada had a population of nearly fifty thousand people.
Most of them were members of IDFC or their families.
The country had its own economy, its own schools, its own hospitals. Everything functioned independently.
The outside world had contact with Yada—but only under strict control.
No one entered without permission.
And those who did… quickly realized they had stepped into a different world.
The president of Yada was Hussain ibn Abbas.
He was the deputy leader of IDFC and Musa's right hand.
Hussain was known for his intelligence, discipline, and strategic mind. Under his leadership, Yada had become one of the most organized hidden states on Earth.
But everyone in Yada knew one truth.
The real authority belonged to Musa.
He held no official title.
Yet his decisions were final.
Everyone called him only one thing:
Commander.
At the entrance of the city, a tall man stood waiting.
Broad shoulders.
Sharp eyes.
White clothing flowing slightly in the mountain wind.
President Hussain.
Musa walked toward him.
They embraced.
For a moment, neither of them spoke—but their eyes exchanged years of loyalty.
Hussain finally said,
"Welcome back, Commander. Yada has been waiting for you."
Musa smiled slightly.
"It's been a long time since I came home, Hussain."
When they arrived at the IDFC headquarters, Saeed could barely believe what he was seeing.
Massive structures.
Advanced technology.
Security systems everywhere.
Everything was precise. Organized. Powerful.
It felt less like a headquarters and more like the center of a hidden world.
Later, when Musa left the room briefly, Saeed found Hussain standing near a window overlooking the city.
Saeed stepped closer.
"Hussain… you're the president of this country. And you've known Musa for a long time."
Hussain looked at him quietly.
"Tell me something," Saeed said softly.
"Who is Musa… really?"
Hussain smiled faintly.
Then he looked outside at the mountains of Yada.
"If you want the answer to that question," he said, "you'll have to go very deep."
He paused, remembering something far away.
"We found him one night… almost dead."
Saeed's eyes widened slightly.
"Him?"
"Yes," Hussain said. "His body was full of wounds. His eyes… they had a strange fire in them."
"We thought he wouldn't survive."
"But he did."
"And not only that… he changed everything."
Hussain continued quietly.
"He taught us how to fight."
"How to survive."
"How to build something that the world could not destroy."
He shook his head slowly.
"He never speaks about his past. No one truly knows it."
"But we know one thing."
"He fought against United Ameron."
"He knows about the Council of Seven."
"And he built IDFC for one reason only—justice."
Saeed whispered,
"So… is he an angel? Or a devil?"
Hussain suddenly laughed loudly.
"No, Saeed."
"He's a human."
"A human made of flesh and blood."
"But there is something extraordinary inside him."
"When he speaks, it feels like wisdom."
"When he gets angry, it feels like fire."
"And when he is calm… it feels like peace."
Just then, the door opened.
Musa walked in.
Zakia was in his arms, awake now, looking around the new place with wide curious eyes.
Musa looked at them.
"What are you talking about?"
Hussain smiled.
"He was asking about you, Commander."
"Your real identity."
Musa gently put Zakia down on the floor.
She stood beside him, holding his hand.
For a moment, Musa said nothing.
Then he looked directly into Saeed's eyes.
There was no fire in his gaze this time.
Only deep calm.
Saeed waited.
He wanted the truth.
But Musa only smiled.
A mysterious smile.
Then he looked outside at the mountains of Yada as the sun began to set.
"Saeed," he said quietly,
"Do you really want to know who I am?"
Outside, the sun was disappearing behind the mountains.
Light and shadow spread across Yada.
Musa stood there, with Zakia beside him.
And Saeed waited—
For an answer that could change everything.