Saeed stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Musa. Musa leaned against the window, gazing at the mountains of Yada. Zakia played quietly at his feet. A deep silence had settled over the room.
Hussain stepped forward, placing a hand on Saeed's shoulder.
"Do you really want to know?"
Saeed nodded.
"Yes. I want to know. I've seen him all this time, been with him, but I don't know him. Who is he?"
Hussain walked to the window and stood beside Musa in silence for a moment. Then, slowly, he began to speak—
"Saeed… have you ever heard the name 'Dark Psycho'?"
Saeed's face turned pale, his eyes wide.
"Dark Psycho? That legendary terrorist? The one everyone fears like a ghost?"
Hussain smiled—a deep, knowing smile.
"Legendary? No, Saeed. He is neither angel nor demon. He is flesh and blood. And he is standing right here before you."
Saeed turned to Musa. Musa still stared out the window, expressionless.
Hussain continued—
"Dark Psycho—the very mention of that name sends the world's intelligence agencies into turmoil. The name triggers emergency meetings in the United Ameron Defense Tower. Even the seven-person council shudders at the sound. But do you know? Behind this name is a man… who, fifteen years ago, conquered these regions."
Saeed whispered,
"Fifteen years ago?"
Hussain nodded.
"Yes. Fifteen years ago, he took control of forty countries—alone. No massive wars, no bloody conflicts. Only strategy and intellect. Every prime minister and president now owes loyalty to IDFC. They all serve him."
Saeed gasped.
"So… he rules all these countries?"
Hussain smiled.
"Not just rules. From Western Europe to Southern Africa, from Central African forests to Central Asia's deserts—forty countries in total. Two billion people's fate rests on his decisions."
Saeed listened in disbelief as Hussain began naming the countries—
"Amaravati, Valencia, Zarkhestan, Novagrad, Caldoria, Silveria, Drakenberg, Astoria, Belladonna, Thornfell, Islin, Marakand, Ferozpur, Transylvania, Andor, Santheria, Velgrad, Norland, Caspia, Tanger, Al-Mawt, Dar-al-Hikma, Baytul Muqaddas, Zanzibar, Kush, Punt, Ophir, Tarshish, Seba, Habsha, Nubia, Aksum, Suwana, Kalimar, Madain, Himyar, Gardenia, Eden, Samarkand, and Yada—our country, the smallest of all."
Saeed's jaw dropped.
"All the prime ministers of these countries are IDFC agents?"
Hussain said proudly,
"Not just the prime ministers—over half of their cabinet members, key military officials—they are all our people. Fifteen years ago, when Musa conquered these lands, he placed his own people in power. Now, these leaders exist in name only. True power rests in Musa's hands."
Saeed whispered, staring at Musa,
"You… you possess such immense power?"
Musa slowly turned. His eyes burned with that same calm fire.
"Saeed, fifteen years ago I conquered these countries. I thought then that power could change the world. Today, I understand—people cannot be changed by power. They must be won with love… with justice."
Before Saeed could speak, Musa continued, eyes on the fading sunset over Yada's mountains—
"From Yada to Western Europe—forty countries. Two billion people. Every prime minister answers to me. Before any major decision, they seek my counsel. I could topple governments at will. I could destabilize the global economy. But I don't. True power lies in patience, and true victory lies in understanding people."
Saeed remained motionless, his mind spinning with countless questions. Yet one question lingered above all—
Who is this man, really? Is he truly Dark Psycho… or something far greater?
Musa turned back to the window. The last light of the sunset danced across Yada's peaks. Darkness was slowly descending.
Saeed realized—one story had ended, but another had begun, deeper, darker, and more mysterious than ever.