The sky was soft and golden as the helicopters cut through the wind, heading toward the hidden island that belonged to no government, no map, and no enemy. Only to them.
Inside the lead helicopter, the atmosphere was nothing like a military transport or a royal convoy. It was loud, chaotic, and alive — like a bunch of boys who had grown up, saved the world, and were now laughing like nothing ever happened.
Mirshad sat by the window, eyes half-closed, feeling the breeze from the vents. Beside him sat his brothers — Amir, Jabir, Rayyan, Baba, and Malik — their faces finally free. The masks were gone now. There were no more secrets between them. Just brothers.
Amir was the first to break the silence.
"Bro... what the hell did you do today?" he said, nudging Mirshad. "I swear, I thought you were gonna burn the whole world with those damn surprises. That truth bomb, the gifts, the promises, the storm… you nearly gave me a heart attack."
Malik leaned forward, shaking his head.
"I'm not even thinking about the truth part. I keep replaying that clap, man. That shockwave and wind — people thought they were already dead. You remember the underground moment, right? We saw that. But for the world... that was the first time. Until then, they thought you were just a trained warrior."
He paused, then added with a grin.
"But after that moment... everyone knew. This wasn't a man. This was something beyond human."
They all fell silent for a beat. The memory was still fresh. The sky had roared. The air had cracked. And every living soul had felt it in their bones.
Then Amir groaned.
"I wanted to laugh so bad during the event... but man, I couldn't. That mask was squeezing my face like a python."
Mirshad laughed and shook his head.
"That's your fault. I took mine off the moment we got behind the curtain. Why were you still wearing it?"
Amir pointed at Jabir.
"He told me to keep it on till we got back to base. Said, 'Be professional, Amir.' And I listened. Idiot."
Rayyan raised a hand.
"I'm good, bro. Next time I'm showing up in a hoodie and sunglasses. These black suits and masks? Never again."
Baba wiped his forehead with a towel.
"You people know how much black absorbs heat? I was sweating like crazy. Next time at least give me something with air conditioning built in."
Then he turned to Mirshad.
"But you… you looked calm the whole time. Not a drop of sweat. How?"
Mirshad leaned back and smiled.
"I just breathed slow. Let the air move inside. And... I think my body's shifting. When it's hot, I feel cool. When it's cold, I feel warm. Like I'm adjusting from inside."
He paused and looked at them.
"Feels like I've become... living weather."
Everyone stared for a second. Then Jabir shouted.
"What? So all of us were cooking inside that suit while you were chilling like an AC unit? Bro, that's not fair! I want that upgrade!"
Rayyan smirked.
"Are you dumb or just acting like it? He's not like us. That's not something you can learn from a YouTube tutorial."
Jabir raised both hands, proudly.
"I'm not dumb. I said I'm acting dumb."
Laughter exploded through the cabin. Malik slapped Jabir's shoulder.
"Perfect. You're a genius in madness."
The helicopter echoed with joy, teasing, and the wild noise of friendship. For the first time in a long time, they weren't warriors or world-changers.
They were just boys again.
They had forgotten the weight of what they'd done. Forgotten the billions watching. The leaders. The fear. The revolution.
Inside this helicopter, there were no roles. No rules. No ranks.
Just brothers — flying toward peace.