The room fell into absolute silence.
Not just quiet.
A silence so heavy it felt like the world itself had stopped breathing.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to ask.
Because they could see it in his eyes.
Something beyond rage.
Something beyond human.
MRD sat in his chair, his fingers pressed together, his golden eyes burning with something the world had never seen before.
His brothers, his team, even Baba—they all felt it.
Something inside him had shifted.
Then, before the tension could break, the phone rang.
Everyone's breath caught in their throat.
It was them.
The Tribunal.
MRD didn't move at first.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached for the phone and answered.
But this time—he didn't speak.
He let them speak first.
A voice echoed from the other end. Deep. Cold. Powerful.
"Hlo, Mirshad… son of Shaji… mother Sabira."
"We hope you're doing well."
MRD's grip tightened around the phone.
The voice continued, smooth and unwavering.
"So, where did we stop? Ah… your little investigation. Digging to find out who we are."
"We see you have finally understood, Mirshad. You now know who we are. You know we ruled this world long before you ever took your first breath. And yes, we will admit—at first, we underestimated you."
"We thought you were just another arrogant child playing a dangerous game. A man with power, but no true understanding of what he was against."
"But you proved us wrong."
"You wiped out our syndicates. You burned our foundations. You broke what we built over centuries. At first, we thought you were just another enemy to remove. Another rebel to silence."
"But then…"
"We started digging, just like you did."
"And what we found… even we could not believe it."
A cold chill spread through the room.
MRD leaned forward, his golden eyes locked on nothing, but seeing everything.
The Tribunal continued.
"We followed your past. The records before you were known as MRD. Before you were the Boss. Before you were a ruler."
"We traced back to Faisal. David told us you were his son. But that was a lie. We knew the truth."
"Faisal had two sons. And we killed them both."
A deadly silence filled the room.
"But you? You were different. You were not from Faisal's blood. So we searched deeper. We followed the trail further back. We found your history. We found the boy who worked to support his family. The boy who studied electrical engineering. The boy who lived an ordinary life."
"But something was… wrong."
"You were too strong. Too fast. Too sharp. Even before you ever picked up a sword, you were already beyond human. And we had to know why."
"And then, we found it."
"The day of your birth."
"The night when the sky itself opened."
"When the world turned white with light."
"When the heavens roared, and the ground trembled."
"When a bolt of lightning struck your mother."
"And yet… she survived."
"And then, you were born. A seven-month-old child, fully developed like a ten-month newborn. And the moment your first cry echoed through the air, the sky raged with thunder and rain—on a night where no storm should have existed."
MRD sat completely still.
His brothers didn't breathe.
The Tribunal continued.
"At first, we dismissed it as coincidence."
"But then we looked deeper."
"And we saw… something else."
"The day you and your brothers disappeared for 4 years. The day you were reborn in power. We tracked the energy signatures of that event, and do you know what we found?"
"A black hole."
"Not just any black hole. A rift that opened… and then vanished."
"None of you ever questioned it. None of you looked deeper. But we did."
"And what we found shook even us."
"We are the rulers of this world. We have controlled its fate for centuries."
"But even we… do not control what came through that black hole."
MRD's fingers slowly curled into a fist.
His golden eyes burned.
The Tribunal's voice lowered.
"We were given a gift that day."
"A message from beyond."
"A warning about you."
"You are not human."
"You are a god."
"You are the force that should not exist in this world."
"And we now understand that."
"That is why… we will not interfere with your mission."
"Because we cannot."
"But make no mistake, Mirshad."
"Our time will come."
"There is a force waiting for you."
"A force born from that same black hole."
"A force that has one purpose—to end you."
"And we will release him when your mission is complete."
"When the world has whispered your name enough times."
"When they call you a savior."
"When they believe you are their god."
"Then we will release him."
"And we will erase not just you… but all who remember you."
"We will make them suffer until they forget your name."
"Until they curse your existence. Until they call you a demon who gave them everything, only to make them suffer."
"Your time is running out."
"Tick… tick… tick…"
The line went silent.
But before they could cut the call, MRD spoke.
His voice was not loud. Not angry.
It was calm. Absolute. Unshaken.
"So you know the truth."
"You know I am not human."
"You know I am a god."
"Then let me show you something."
"When I am done with this world…"
"When I have built what I need to build…"
"When I have reshaped everything into perfection…"
"Then your sleepless nights will begin."
"Sleep well. Dream big."
"Because soon… I will erase your dreams and replace them with nightmares."
"And your warrior?"
"Tell him his god is coming soon."
The call ended.
The silence was heavier than ever.
No one spoke.
Because this was no longer about war.
This was the beginning of something far greater.
The next phase of history had begun.