The war against HUNTERS 2.0 and Mike's army had left Spiral Island scarred and trembling. Whole districts were ash and ruin. Yet, from the ruins, a new order rose. On the day of Hasan's coronation, Siddik placed the crown of Spiral Island into his hands. By dusk, he was gone–vanishing like a shadow at noon.
Hasan sent his men to scour every corner of the seas, every port, and every hidden passage. They found nothing. It was as though Siddik had dissolved into legend.
Their father–the former king–watched his son's restless search with quiet eyes. One day, he called Hasan and said, "Look, son. You should now stop chasing the ghosts. We all know him. He always disappears and comes back when we need him the most. The people are expecting your help, they are now under your rule. Spiral Island is broken and scarred now, focus on them. Siddik trusted you for a reason. Don't prove him wrong. I hope you understood my words." Hasan didn't look up. He just nodded his head and left the room.
The words struck deep. Hasan realized he was right. Spiral Island needed a ruler, not a grieving brother. He turned his energy to rebuilding.
The Governors resumed their global duties, each bound to the Accord Siddik had forged.
Fakhrul drilled new recruits for Spiral Island's defense. Hridoy and Zara took charge of the kingdom's inner workings. Joseph, once Siddik's most loyal commander, now led the Revenants, training alongside Fakhrul.
Four years passed. Peace returned, but it was a fragile peace. The world had healed, yet its scars remained visible–in cracked walls, in quiet cemeteries, in the eyes of survivors. Across the globe, Siddik's name had turned into an idea, a promise that unity could work.
One afternoon, Hasan sat in the royal garden, staring at the sea. Sara, his wife, approached softly.
Sara: "You sit here every evening, lost in thought. What's haunting you?"
Hasan: "He left without a word. Not even to me. How could he?"
Sara: "Maybe because he knew you'd never let him go if he told you."
Hasan: "You know what, Sara? We did wrong to him. We didn't listen to his idea, Father and I never thought things like him. We never thought about outside world, just about this island. But he always thought about people. He fought against us just to save Grok, who was our enemy. He never got the love he deserved from us."
Sara: "Still he cares for us. He kept us safe in Italy and always kept eye on us. But why never met us?"
Hasan: "Because he believed Father was angry at him. He sent Musa and Darwin to protect us. And then he admitted Samia in Italy, just because of that day. He knew that day would come once."
Hasan took a deep breath.
Hasan: "Sara, I feel alone. Siddik was a never a King truly, but he knew what our people needed. Maybe his methods were harsh, but not his idea and heart. What he did, I could never imagine."
Sara (smiling faintly): "He'll come back. And…you know your brother stole something three years ago?"
Hasan (turning sharply): "He was here? What did he take? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Sara: "I promised him. But today… I'm breaking this promise."
Hasan: "What is it?"
Sara: "He took Samia Ehsan. He came, took her and met me at the orchard. He told me, "Don't tell my brother about this. Give me promise. Tell him to remember me if he need me, I'll be there." So I didn't tell you."
Hasan blinked, and then laughed, a sound full of old memories.
Hasan: "They've always loved each other, since they were child. This garden knows their secrets better than anyone."
Night crept over the palace. In the great hall, Hasan sat with Fakhrul, Hridoy, and Zara, their shadows long under the flickering torchlight.
Hasan: "Mr. Fakhrul how goes the training? Siddik left you a heavy burden."
Fakhrul: "It's hard, but not impossible. But one thing remains always in mind… it's been four years. We couldn't find him. Where could he have gone?"
Hasan: Mr. Fakhrul, He's a ghost. But I believe he's out there, doing something bigger than we can see."
Hridoy: "Mr. Hasan, Zara has something to tell you."
Hasan: "Go ahead, Zara."
Zara: "Siddik created an army–not of men, but of zombies. Yet in the war, he never used them. He only summoned the Revenants."
Hasan: "I didn't even know such an army existed."
Fakhrul: "Then what happened to them?"
Hridoy: "No one knows. Even Rafiq has no answers."
Zara: "If they fall into the wrong hands, we'll face a disaster. Because the zombies that he created had no weakness. It can't be killed or destroyed. Only Siddik knew about their weakness and their everything."
Hasan: "Okay, I'll investigate for it. For now, it's late. Take rest."
They left the hall one by one, the doors echoing shut. Hasan stayed behind, staring at the empty throne and the dark windows beyond. Somewhere in that darkness, his brother moved unseen – along with an army the world had forgotten.