The village was still standing, but nothing inside it was alive anymore.
This was the same desert basin where children had raced through dusty paths just hours ago.
It was a place where fires had burned warmly in hearths,
and names were called across the narrow paths by people who believed tomorrow would come exactly as yesterday had.
Now, every door was shut tight.
Frightened eyes hid behind cracked windows,
and every breath was held so carefully it barely qualified as breathing.
The wind had returned, but it carried nothing good—
only the thick smell of burning and a fear so heavy it crushed the chest.
It was the specific kind of terror that settles in when danger has already passed through once,
and you know it is coming back.
Right in the center of the village,
Jabar walked slowly.
There was no rush, no urgency;
he walked with the steady rhythm of a man moving through a place he already owned.
His long black hair hung loose across his shoulders,
and his dark beard fell across his chest.
He wore a torn,
black sleeveless robe with dark cloth wrapped tightly around his forearms.
In his right hand,
he held his black iron wand, twisted at the top like a broken crown.
The red orb at its tip pulsed slowly,
beating like the trapped heart of a soul.
At his chest, a purple locket glowed steadily,
like a second heartbeat that did not belong to him.
With every step he took, the ground trembled slightly—
not from physical force,
but from pure recognition of his terrifying presence.
He stopped.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head,
exactly like a man listening to music that no one else in the room could hear.
"Ahhhhh…"
Jabar took a deep, slow inhale.
The shadows beneath his eyes deepened.
"Fear… melting…
trying to hide…".
A faint, satisfied smile spread across his face.
"What a sweet smell…
You can hide…
But how will you hide your soul…?".
Inside the first house,
a mother sat in a dark corner.
She pressed her child so hard against her chest that the child had stopped moving—
not out of fear,
but because her mother's desperate grip had become the only thing in the world that felt real.
Her arms had gone numb an hour ago,
but she did not let go.
"Don't make a sound…
Not even a whisper…"
she murmured.
"Ammi…
he's outside… right?"
the little girl whisper-cried.
"He won't come in…
right?".
"No… no… he's gone…"
her mother replied, her voice cracking.
In another house,
an old man sat with his eyes closed,
murmuring that this was not human,
but the shadow of death itself.
Elsewhere, a woman held her front door shut with both hands and her back,
the wood groaning behind her.
Her son cried that he wanted to go home,
and she replied steadily despite the nightmare,
"This is our home".
In yet another room, a small girl sat alone, pressing a cloth doll to her chest and whispering to it not to be scared,
even as her own hands trembled violently.
Outside, Jabar locked onto his target.
The red orb brightened,
its pulse quickening like a compass finding north, pointing directly toward a house.
"Found you…"
he whispered softly.
The Dark Flame Execution began.
He cast a Whisper Hex—a low murmur that crawled through the walls,
shattering the focus of everyone inside and freezing their bodies.
Then came the Dark Mist Release,
sending black smoke spreading through every room to blind them.
Finally, darkness compressed at Jabar's palm,
built into something with a singular,
lethal purpose, and erupted directly inside the villagers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The fire did not burn their clothes.
It burned their bodies and souls together,
completely from the inside out.
"This fire is burning from inside!!!"
a woman shrieked.
"AMMIIIIIII!!!
I'M BURNING!!!"
a little girl cried out.
A burning man broke entirely through a wooden wall, crawling outside and leaving black, scorched marks on the dirt with his hands.
"AAAAHHH!!!
DON'T KILL US!!!"
he wailed.
"WHAT HAVE WE DONE!!!".
House after house ignited. Jabar unleashed a Nightmare Pulse, an invisible wave of dark energy that amplified the panic until sheer terror became the only language anyone could speak.
Through the agonizing screams,
a half-burned man stopped crawling.
Pushing himself up,
he turned and walked toward Jabar,
each agonizing step costing him everything.
"Are you listening?!"
the villager rasped, raw and absolute.
"As we burn…
You will burn too! By God's hands —
you will burn!".
Jabar stared at him, cold and quiet.
"The God you speak of…
Does not exist".
He let the words hang in the air. "
If He existed…
He would have come by now".
His voice suddenly amplified, filling the entire ruined village.
"I AM GOD.
I AM THE ONLY RULER OF THIS WORLD".
"No one takes my place.
No one has ever come close".
Around him,
the dark flames grew taller,
reaching toward the sky,
as if the fire itself had learned to worship him.
The screams were finally finished.
The dark flames dimmed—
not because they were extinguished,
but because they were simply no longer necessary.
The Soul Drain Ritual was completely finished.
At the tip of Jabar's wand, the red orb pulsed brighter than it had all night.
Thousands of agonizing screams had been compressed into something the size of a man's fist,
pressing desperately against the inside of the glowing glass as if they were still trying to break out.
The village was truly dead.
In the oldest part of the village stood an ancient main hall with cracked walls.
Deep inside, two men hid in terrified silence behind an old wooden stage:
Elder Rashid and Elder Musa.
They had sat there for a very long time, paralyzed by the sounds of the massacre outside.
"This all happened because of Sheikh Harun…"
Elder Rashid whispered,
his voice trembling in the dark.
Elder Musa gritted his teeth.
"That fool… put the entire village in danger…
For what?
To save himself?".
"He bowed before a devil…
And called it survival…"
Rashid muttered.
"He is no longer human,"
Musa replied grimly.
"Whatever wears his face now — it is not him".
The two elders looked at each other.
There was sheer terror in both pairs of eyes,
but beneath that fear lay a heavy, sickening guilt.
It was the guilt of men who had watched their people burn and had not moved a single muscle to help them.
Suddenly, the air froze.
The space in the hall compressed as darkness condensed at a single point right in front of them.
Jabar was there.
He hadn't walked in or broken through the door; he was simply already there.
"He… he's here…
"Elder Rashid whispered, shrinking back.
"…Devil…"
Musa stammered, entirely paralyzed by the sheer weight of the presence.
Jabar looked down at both of them.
The purple locket at his chest pulsed once in the dim light.
"Out of you two…"
Jabar's voice was frighteningly calm and cold.
"Who wishes to live under me?".
Rage suddenly overcame Musa's fear.
"We will NEVER become your slaves!!!"
he spat.
"You are not God —
you are a DEVIL!!!".
Jabar didn't even blink.
He unleashed a Shadow Bolt at point-blank range with absolutely no warning.
BOOM!!!
Elder Musa's head exploded.
Blood sprayed violently across the walls,
the wooden floor, and directly onto Elder Rashid's horrified face.
A deafening silence filled the room.
All dignity vanished from Rashid.
"Don't kill me!!!"
he shrieked, falling to his knees.
"I will be your servant!!! ANYTHING —
PLEASE—!!!".
Jabar stepped forward and delivered a Dark Slash straight across the elder's neck,
just deep enough to make the blood flow.
He grabbed Rashid by his hair and lifted him brutally off the ground.
As Rashid choked and gasped,
Jabar forced a Dark Aura Injection directly into the man's mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Rashid screamed in pure agony.
His face swelled grotesquely,
and his eyes rolled back into his skull.
His entire body convulsed and shook violently as the dark energy systematically rewrote every internal system that had ever made him human.
When the horrific process was finally done,
his ruined body collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
Only his severed head remained floating in the air.
A monster was born.
Huba Huba,
the Devil Head.
It possessed dark grey,
cracked goblin skin and a wide,
torn mouth filled with sharp,
uneven, crooked teeth.
Its face was twisted and distorted,
illuminated by glowing yellow eyes with piercing red core pupils.
Small bat wings sprouted from both sides of its skull,
and a long, grotesque tongue hung loosely from its jaws.
The severed head floated upward and began to laugh a sickening,
high-pitched laugh.
"Hehehe…
My lord… what have you made of me…"
Huba Huba hissed.
The creature tested its new bat wings,
tasted the blood-soaked air with its long tongue, and floated in a slow, eerie circle around the room.
"Something worthy of you,
I hope…"
the Devil Head mused.
"Though a little more suffering would have been appreciated…
I was just getting comfortable in that body…".
Jabar just looked at him.
He said absolutely nothing.
Not far from the village,
mountains rose from the desert floor like broken teeth.
WOOOOOOSH!!!
The wind tore between them.
The rocks trembled.
Not from the wind, but from something heavier moving through the area.
And in the side of one mountain — a dark cave. Not safe. Not protected.
Just hidden.
The kind of place fear leads people to when they have run out of better ideas.
Inside — Zayd, Zainab, Imran, and Hashim.
tap… tap… tap…
Water dripped.
Each drop was as loud as a heartbeat,
acting as a countdown no one wanted to reach the end of.
"This cave… there is something about this place…
An old energy…
something that might protect us…"
Imran said in a low, controlled voice.
Zainab grabbed his arm tightly.
"IMRAN.Don't lie to me right now.
I need the truth."
"What would
I gain from lying…
We are safe here…"
Imran replied, his voice cracking.
Hashim looked up through his tears. "Abbu…
Those people we saw…
They were really burning…
weren't they…"
"Hashim…
Not every truth needs to be carried right now,"
Imran answered.
"I'm scared, Abbu…"
Hashim cried.
"Ammi…
What if it already knows we're here…"
Zayd whispered.
"NO,"
Zainab declared, pulling both boys fiercely to her.
"I am right here. Nothing is touching you. Nothing."
She closed her eyes and whispered a desperate prayer.
"God… Just these two children…
Keep them alive…
That's all I ask…"
Suddenly,
the temperature dropped and their breath became visible.
"SHHH—"
Imran whispered in a panic, his eyes going wide.
"Something… changed…"
Outside,
Jabar stood between the mountains, darkness moving around him like water around a stone.
Huba Huba floated beside him, rotating slowly as his yellow eyes scanned the area.
His Dark Scan Eye activated—
Huba Huba's eyes blazed bright,
scanning the mountainside,
reading heat signatures,
reading fear frequencies,
reading the specific trembling of people trying very hard not to be found.
"Found them,
my lord,"
Huba Huba announced,
pointing forward.
"Cave.
North side.
Four people.
Two children.
One woman.
One man."
He licked his lips.
"Drenched in fear.
Absolutely delicious."
"And in the forest…
More running prey.
Fresh fear."
"The cave — go,"
Jabar ordered coldly.
"Break them slowly.
I want to hear their screams from the forest."
"The rest… I hunt myself."
His body dissolved into shadows and disappeared into the forest.
Huba Huba hung in the air, staring directly at the cave entrance.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
he shrieked.
"RUN!!!
HIDE!!!
CRY!!!
BECAUSE — I. AM. COMING."
He shot to
ward the cave at lightning speed.
The darkness at the cave entrance began to move like liquid,
seeping in through every crack in the rock.
Then it was there.
Floating.
A detached head with no body moved through the air with the calm confidence of something that had never needed a body to be dangerous.
It had dark grey cracked goblin skin, a wide torn mouth, and sharp uneven teeth.
Glowing yellow eyes with red pupils moved too fast,
noticing too much,
while small bat wings flapped on both sides of his skull.
A long dark red tongue hung out,
moving slowly and tasting the air.
Dark Mutation Aura leaked from him constantly,
pressing outward from his cracked skin and filling the cave air with something that made thoughts heavier and hope feel further away.
Psychic Mockery activated.
Before anyone could speak,
Huba Huba's presence pushed whispers into their minds.
Their worst thoughts and deepest fears were amplified and sharpened, playing in their heads like a voice that knew exactly which words would cause the most damage.
"So…"
Huba Huba said in a low,
sadistic voice.
A creepy grin spread across his face, slowly and deliberately.
"It's your turn now…".
He leaned toward the children, hovering and patient.
"My little… sweet children…"
he whispered, almost gently, which only made it worse. His tongue moved.
"You'll taste… even better…".
"AMMI!!!"
Zayd shrieked
"STAY AWAY FROM US!!!"
Hashim cried.
"DON'T TOUCH MY CHILDREN!!!"
Zainab screamed, stepping directly in front of her sons.
Imran stepped forward,
his bow raised and an arrow nocked.
His hands were steady in a way the rest of him was not.
"Zainab," Imran said quietly.
"Take the boys to the back. Don't look. Whatever you hear — don't look.".
"Imran—" Zainab started.
"Go," Imran commanded.
She went.
"GET OUT OF HERE,"
Imran roared.
SHOOT
Shadow Leap.
Huba Huba blinked, and the arrow buried itself harmlessly in the cave wall.
"Hehehehe…
Oh that wasexciting,"
Huba Huba laughed.
"I almost felt that. Almost.".
"Shut your mouth,"
Imran spat, firing again.
Goblin Laugh Break.
A high-pitched shriek echoed—the specific frequency that shatters concentration.
Imran's aim broke, and the arrow went wide.
"Are you trying to impress your family?"
Huba Huba mocked.
"Very noble.
Very futile.
But noble.".
Imran fired three rapid shots.
SHOOT
SHOOT
SHOOT
Bat Wing Slash.
The creature's wings snapped outward, launching sharp air blades that deflected two arrows,
but the third grazed the side of his skull.
Huba Huba stopped moving.
The humor drained from his face.
The smile came back, but it was colder.
"You grazed my skull,"
Huba Huba said softly.
"A regular human.
With a regular bow.
Grazed my skull.".
Terror Gaze activated.
Yellow eyes locked onto Imran,
forcing terrifying visions behind his eyes—
his sons already gone,
his wife already taken,
everything he was protecting already finished.
Imran blinked hard and gritted his teeth.
"Not real,"
he said.
He had two arrows left.
He looked back once at Zainab, Hashim, and Zayd, who were pressed against the far wall with their eyes closed, trusting him.
He turned back.
"Okay," Imran said very quietly.
He nocked both arrows on the bow, pulling further than he had ever pulled.
The wood strained, the string cutting into his fingers.
He watched Huba Huba's movement, tracking the rhythm.
Three
seconds.
Four.
There.
"DIEEEEEEE!!!"
Imran roared.
DOUBLE SHOT
Both arrows drove directly into Huba Huba's eyes simultaneously.
Huba Huba shook, lost control, and crashed into the cave floor with a sound like something breaking completely.
Silence.
"…Is it dead…?"
Zayd whispered.
"Abbu… did you win…?"
Hashim asked.
"Imran… you did it…"
Zainab sobbed through her tears.
Imran breathed.
He just breathed.
"Thank God…"
he sighed, walking toward the creature.
The head lay on the ground,
arrows buried in both eyes, completely still.
Imran knelt.
"It's over…".
He reached for the arrows.
Suddenly, the mouth widened into a smile.
With no working eyes,
with arrows buried in its skull,
it smiled.
"Hehehe…"
Huba Huba whispered.
Imran froze.
Venom Tongue Strike.
The tongue shot out like a spear from a crossbow at full speed,
aimed directly through his skull.
THRUST
It pierced through Imran's head from one side to the other in less than a second.
"IMRAAAAAAN!!!"
Zainab's scream tore through the cave.
"ABBUUUU!!!"
Hashim wailed.
"NOOOOO—!!!"
Zayd cried.
Imran's body went still, his eyes wide and still looking forward.
It was as if he were still protecting them,
as if even now he had not accepted that he was done.
Huba Huba pulled his tongue back and floated back up.
Both eyes were dark, the arrows still buried deep in the hollow sockets where his eyes used to be.
He could not see.
But he could feel.
He felt the children, the heat of the living, and the fear still thick in the air.
He didn't need eyes for any of that.
"Heroism always ends the same way,"
Huba Huba said coldly.
He drifted forward, toward the back of the cave and the heat of the children.
His Dark Mutation Aura expanded outward, pressing like a slow tide with the sensation of something corrupt getting close.
"Now then…"
Huba Huba said with sadistic glee.
"It's your turn…".
Blood had dried on the cold ground. Imran's lifeless body lay motionless in the dark.
Zainab was completely shattered, and Zayd and Hashim were frozen in sheer fear.
Huba Huba slowly rotated in the air, his dark presence growing heavier and suffocating everything around them.
"So…"Huba Huba whispered in a low, sadistic voice.
A creepy grin spread across his torn face.
"It's your turn now…"
He leaned slowly toward the children.
He was blind, but incredibly precise,
tracking their heat,
their breathing,
and their fear as if it were a weapon pointed directly at him.
"My little…sweet children…"
he mocked gently.
His long tongue moved through the air.
"You'll taste… even better…".
"AMMI!!!"
Zayd shrieked.
"STAY AWAY FROM US!!!"
Hashim cried.
"DON'T TOUCH MY CHILDREN!!!"
Zainab screamed,
throwing herself fiercely between the monster and her sons.
He was almost there.
His cracked grey skull was close enough that the children could physically feel the cold coming off his dead skin.
And then —
FLASH!!!.
A brilliant white light erupted at the cave entrance like a door opening onto a second sun.
It was not the white of a torch or the white of moonlight,
but a blinding white that darkness has absolutely no defense against.
Every shadow in the cave—every dark corner and every place Huba Huba's aura had claimed—recoiled violently and instantly.
Huba Huba felt it before he could even understand it.
A searing heat pressed against his dark aura like a sharp blade against skin.
He spun toward the entrance,
his blind eyes facing the light he could not see but could absolutely feel.
"WHO IS IT?!"
Huba Huba snarled.
"Enough,"
a calm, absolute voice replied.
That single word made the cave walls vibrate.
Space at the cave entrance distorted as a Star Light Arrow formed out of pure condensed energy from the light itself.
It fired at lightning speed.
THUD!!!
The arrow hit Huba Huba directly,
blasting him sideways into the cave wall with enough force to crack the solid stone behind him. He crashed to the floor with his wings pinned.
Every instinct screamed that what had just hit him was completely different from anything else in this cave.
From within the brilliant light,
a silhouette appeared with a bow already raised.
Then the light softened, and she was there.
Noor Jahan.
She had deep red flowing hair and focused, purple glowing eyes.
She wore white-silver armor etched with horse patterns across every plate, and gripped a silver-golden bow.
Floating star particles drifted through the cave air around her like embers from a fire that had never been afraid of anything. Her aura was pure divine white light—Star Gazer energy.
"Stay away from those children,"
Noor Jahan commanded coldly.
Huba Huba peeled himself off the wall and floated back, his head throbbing.
He could not see her, but he could feel her light pressing against his aura from every direction.
He could hear her controlled,
measured breathing and tracked her position through his Corrupted Intelligence.
"Oho… Beautiful… and dangerous…"
Huba Huba grinned despite the pain.
"Killing you will be twice as fun…".
"Try it,"
Noor Jahan challenged calmly.
She tilted her bow,
sending a wave of light expanding outward to form a Micro Barrier that wrapped securely around Zainab and the children.
It was warm and solid—the kind of protection that feels less like a wall and more like being held.
"Stay behind me,"
Noor Jahan instructed.
"This is not your fight.".
"Who is she…?"
Zayd whispered in awe.
"…Hope…"
Zainab breathed,
barely making a sound.
"I'LL BREAK YOU!!!"
Huba Huba roared.
He charged instantly at full speed,
launching the full weight of his skull like a projectile in a Head Ram Blast
. Noor Jahan drew her bow, and condensed star energy immediately formed at the string.
SHOOT!!!
The arrow hit him dead center,
blasting him sideways and breaking his charge completely. Huba Huba spun,
stabilized, and unleashed a Curse Scream Wave.
It was a high-frequency weapon that bypassed ears entirely to strike the nervous system directly.
Noor Jahan stood firm, tightening her Orbit Arrow Field to create counter-pressure.
She fired again without hesitation.
Huba Huba used a Shadow Leap,
blinking sideways so one arrow missed,
but the second grazed the top of his skull with a burst of star energy.
"What… is this power?!"
Huba Huba yelled,
feeling the intense burn.
"Star Gazer,"
Noor Jahan answered.
Huba Huba launched a Bat Wing Slash,
snapping both wings outward to fire sharp air blades from two directions simultaneously.
Noor Jahan countered with a Star Drift Shot—a curved arrow that bent mid-flight to hit his left wing before the blades could reach her,
disrupting the attack entirely.
She immediately followed up with Celestial Rapid Fire,
sending three arrows flying so fast they were almost simultaneous.
Huba Huba used multiple Shadow Leaps to dodge,
but one arrow drove deep into the side of his skull.
He spun from the impact,
hit the cave wall, and pushed off.
"You cannot aim at what you cannot track!"
Huba Huba raged, unleashing a Soul Distortion Pulse.
The wave of dark energy distorted senses and shifted balance, making the entire cave feel like it was tilting.
Noor Jahan steadied herself and fired a Star Hunt Tracker.
The arrow curved, pursued, and caught him with a heavy thud, sending him spinning and crashing into the ceiling.
The stone fractured with a loud crack as he dropped down.
"You are fast. And your arrows follow,"
Huba Huba growled, heavily and dangerously.
"But I do not need eyes to fight.
Ican feel every star particle in this cave.".
"Let's see if your light is fast enough.".
He fired a Dark Aura Spit, predicting where she would step.
As she moved left,
he detonated a Corruption Explosion—an area-wide curse shockwave that erupted in every direction.
BOOM
The cave shook violently, and Noor Jahan was thrown back a step,
though the Micro Barrier protected the children.
She steadied herself and raised her bow.
"Enough,"
Noor Jahan said.
She initiated her Final Charge,
gathering massive light with pure intention.
Every star particle in the cave was drawn in and compressed into a huge star arrow,
filling the cave with a glow that had no shadow.
Its massive light pressed against Huba Huba's aura from across the cave.
For the first time tonight,
he did not move or attack,
knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
"End,"
Noor Jahan said with absolute finality.
FINAL SHOT!!!
BOOOOM!!!
The direct hit drove into him with an explosion of pure white and gold light that erupted at the point of impact.
Huba Huba was launched backward with brutal force,
cracking the far wall deep before sliding down to the cave floor,
completely still.
Complete silence returned.
Only the fading light and drifting star particles remained,
as the children finally,
truly began breathing for the first time since Imran fell.
Then, Huba Huba slowly pulled himself up.
His wings were damaged, his skull cracked,
and his dark aura was leaking in uneven pulses.
He pointed his blind eyes directly at Noor Jahan with pure hatred.
"I will come back…
I will devour you…"
his voice shook with rage and fear.
Then, with full fury, he screamed,
"YOU DAMN WITCH!!!".
The darkness around him collapsed inward,
his aura pulled tight,
and he shot out of the cave like he had been expelled by the cave itself.
Silence stabilized inside the cave.
"Who… are you…?"
Zainab asked with a weak voice.
"My name is Noor Jahan,"
she answered softly.
She looked at Imran's body and then at Zainab's shattered face.
"I am sorry I did not arrive sooner."
Zainab looked down at Imran,
making a quiet sound of someone accepting a loss they have no words for yet.
"We have to move,"
Noor Jahan said, kneeling beside them.
"There is something happening in the forest.
We cannot stay here.".
"My husband…"
Zainab cried,
barely audible.
"I know,"
Noor Jahan replied softly.
"He bought you time.
All of you.
Don't waste it."
The jungle was not alive;
it was breathing death itself.
It was the same forest at the edge of the village, the same trees children had been told not to enter after dark.
Now, it was something else entirely.
The air was heavy, and the trees felt wrong—not fallen, not burned, just wrong.
From beneath the ground came the unsettling sound of something dead being told to stand up again.
"HURRY!!!
FASTER!!!"
Amina yelled, her breath ragged as she ran.
"If we stop — that devil will catch us!!!".
"Amina — where are we going—" Fatima asked, holding tightly onto Yusuf.
"Away. Just away,"
Amina answered.
"Ammi…the darkness is getting heavier…"
Yusuf whimpered, completely terrified.
"Don't feel it. Just run,"
Amina urged.
Suddenly, the ground cracked.
From between the trees, from between the roots, and from the dry earth, distorted black bodies rose.
They were the dead villagers, now completely transformed into zombie form.
People who had names and families now had dried skin, glowing yellow eyes, and broken bones cracking with every single movement.
They were slow and unnatural, moving like they had forgotten what movement was supposed to feel like.
They were everywhere, closing in from every direction.
"OH GOD!!!
WHAT ARE THESE THINGS?!"
Fatima screamed.
"DON'T LOOK BACK!!!
JUST RUN!!!"
Amina shouted.
The zombies moved toward them,
and the paths through the narrowing forest were getting smaller.
"MOM!!!
DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"
Ali cried.
"ALI!!! I'M HERE!!!"
Amina called out,
turning and grabbing his hand.
They stopped.
The path ahead was completely blocked,
and the path behind them was rapidly closing.
Amina looked at everything at once and made a decision in less time than it takes to breathe.
"Fatima,"
Amina said,
shaking but clear.
"Amina what are you—"
Fatima started.
"Take him,"
Amina commanded,
pushing Ali toward Fatima.
"Give him life.
Give him everything.
But never let him break".
"NO MOM!!!
PLEASE DON'T GO!!!"
Ali begged,
grabbing her.
She held him for one second—
the longest second of both their lives.
Then she let go.
"PROTECT HIM!!!" Amina ordered with absolute finality.
She turned and ran directly toward the zombies.
Not away, but toward them with her arms wide,
drawing them to her and away from the others.
The zombies immediately surrounded her, and agonizing screams filled the forest.
"MOOOOOOM!!!"
Ali wailed.
"NOOOO!!! AMINA!!!"
Fatima screamed.
The screams stopped,
and absolute silence fell.
Then, from somewhere deep in the dark,
a weak and fading voice whispered.
"Ali… Stay strong…
I will always live inside you…"
Amina smiled weakly through the void.
Silence returned;
only the dead wind remained in the forest.
They ran until the forest ended and the cliff began.
Behind them was the nightmare forest,
and in front of them was only emptiness—death in both directions.
"What do we do now…?"
Fatima asked, shaking violently. "There is no way out…".
"Ali stoped talking anything"
"We're trapped…" Yusuf cried.
The air suddenly became heavy, and the space around them distorted.
Shadow Bind black chains instantly appeared in the air. Jabar stepped out of the darkness,
walking slowly with his red orb glowing, his purple locket pulsing, and his dark red eyes finding them immediately.
"Now… it ends," Jabar declared, cold and final.
The chains moved toward them like living weapons.
"NO!!!"Fatima screamed.
KRRRAAAASH!!!
The sky completely split open.
A massive bolt of blue-white lightning struck the cliff with enough force to shake the entire mountain,
sending a shockwave spreading everywhere.
Jabar's reaching chains froze mid-air, crackled violently, and then shattered.
A shadow descended through the lightning.
A spear struck the cliff first with a heavy
THUD!!!,
sending deep cracks radiating outward in every direction.
Then, the figure landed behind the spear,
his head low before slowly rising.
ASLAM
Standing 6.5 feet tall,
he had long white hair flowing like a storm and glowing green eyes.
He wore silver-dark armor adorned with divine seals,
and his Thunder Spear crackled wildly with blue-white electricity.
He stood perfectly between Jabar and the survivors,
his back to them and his eyes locked solely on Jabar.
"Don't touch them,"
Aslam warned low,
each word sounding like a verdict.
Jabar stopped and looked at Aslam,
assessing and measuring him,
deciding what this new opponent was worth.
This time, the assessment took longer.
"Who the hell are you…?"
Jabar asked coldly.
"I am Aslam," he replied.
A thunder aura expanded slowly and deliberately, radiating electric pressure outward.
"Thunder Eagle of the Divine Disciples.
The order created by the Gods… To erase darkness like you.".
Aslam took one step forward.
"I did not come here to fight," he said.
He took another step.
"I came here to come erase a darkness like you,"
Aslam declared.
The purple locket at Jabar's chest pulsed once,
brighter than it had pulsed all night.
Something older than fear or anger moved behind his dark red eyes—recognition.
"Divine Disciples…"
Jabar whispered very quietly.
After a long pause, he added,
"I have not heard that name in a long time".
His shadow aura shifted and concentrated, becoming vastly denser.
The black chains began reforming around his hands, darker and heavier than before—not just a threat, but a preparation.
"You will not be hearing anything…
After tonight,"
Aslam stated,
his Thunder Spear rising.
The thunder in the sky responded to his voice with a massive crack and a rumble.
Then came the kind of sustained electricity that meant a storm had not just arrived, it had been summoned.
The entire cliff trembled under the immense pressure.
The survivors pressed back tightly against the rock face.
Ali, Yusuf, and Fatima watched two terrifying forces that existed in categories completely different from anything they had ever seen.
"What… are they…?"
Fatima whispered, barely audible.
Ali looking up at Aslam.
He stared at the white hair, the thunder, and the way Aslam stood directly between them and everything dangerous,
as if there was no other place he was supposed to be.
"But that one…
" Ali said quietly, "
…that one came for us".
On the left side stood Jabar,
black chains reforming, dark red eyes calculating,
his shadow aura concentrating, and his purple locket pulsing steady.
On the right side stood Aslam,
thunder aura blazing,
green eyes locked,
his Thunder Spear raised,
and divine seals glowing faintly.
Between them lay the fractured cliff, the air already crackling with unbelievable pressure.
Behind Aslam stood the three survivors who had lost more tonight than most people lose in a lifetime, still standing.
Above them all was a sky that had split entirely open to let one of them through.
The storm had chosen the battlefield, and the two forces had accepted it.
What came next would not be quiet.
"THE JUDGMENT OF THUNDER HAS ARRIVED"