A storm brews over Spiral Island–not of clouds, bit of choices. Inside the war room, Siddik stands like a general of fate itself. The atmosphere is tense.
"Rafiq," Siddik commands coldly, "Bring me five of our best warriors."
Rafiq obeys without hesitation and soon returns, flanked by Daniel, Harry, and John–each bearing a unique battle aura that speaks of their brutal pasts. Siddik's gaze scans them, but he remains unmoved.
"I said five," Siddik states firmly.
"Siddik, almost 60% of our army left the island. In the remaining army, these three are our best," Rafiq gently replied.
"I'll be the fourth one," Rafi says with quiet determination.
A moment later, a deeper voice follows, "If there's still one spot left…" It's Tayeb, standing tall.
Siddik turns to Tayeb and Rafi, "Rafi, this is a war. You are a scientist. Will you be able to handle this? And Tayeb, you just got cured. I did very wrong with you in the past. Also, Rasel left the island and the others will soon I think. Why you risking yourself and supporting me?"
Rafi replied, "I was trained with you, remember? Yes, I am a scientist but I am also a warrior don't forget. You're my friend, Siddik. I'm with you till the end of the line."
Tayeb puts his one hand on Siddik's shoulder, "Yes, you did something wrong in the past. But if you didn't do that I couldn't be the part of the history. And I believe you, Brother. What you are doing is for some purpose. I'm always with you."
Siddik's eyes soften just for a second. "You six are more than warriors now. You are my Generals. The architects of the new world. Prepare to strike – we're at war. War for peace, war for humanity."
He unfurls the war maps. "The world refused unity. Now we enforce it."
Footsteps storm down the hall. Doors slam open. Fakhrul, Hridoy, Zara, Nafisa burst into the room, holding files, holding anger, holding betrayal in their hands.
Fakhrul speaks first, voice low but biting, "So this is it, Siddik? You have become the very thing we fought against?"
Siddik doesn't blink. "I've become what the world needs."
Tayeb steps forward. "He's not wrong. Without order, I was lost. If he hadn't saved me, I'd still be a slave to chaos."
Hridoy storms up to Rafi and grabs him by the collar. "What did you do to Tayeb?! What did you inject into him?!"
Tayeb brushes Hridoy's hand away – calm but fierce. "No one made me this. I chose clarity. I chose purpose. This world without order is a virus. Siddik is the cure."
Hridoy steps back, wounded more by the words than the shove. But Fakhrul lifts a hand. "Let him go. This is his decision. Just like we've made ours."
He locks eyes with Siddik.
"So… you're going to war?"
Siddik leans forward. His voice, a whisper with thunder behind it:
"If building peace means crushing resistance, then call it war."
Zara looks away. Nafisa's fingers tighten on her folder. Hridoy says nothing.
They turn – and walk out. No final words. Just silence heavier than bombs.
Siddik points to the maps – each nation now marked in blood-red ink:
John – New York.
Daniel – Tokyo.
Harry – Beijing.
Rafi – Moscow.
Tayeb – Delhi.
"You strike hard. You strike clean. Don't kill the civilians. Break the systems. Make them kneel to one accord – one rule. Our rule. If anyone comes to your way, finish him."
Rafiq asks, "And me?"
"You stay here," Siddik commands. "Build a control room beneath the command tower. You'll oversee the entire war. You're my second mind."
He raises his hands. A signal.
"Operation Spiral… begins now."
Troops move like shadows. Helicopters prepare for lift. Spiral Island becomes a heart pumping war into the world's veins.
As the others leave, Rafiq stays behind. "We're running short. Weapons, troops… we're not ready for a global war."
Siddik turns to him slowly, his expression unreadable. Then… he smiles. A dark, knowing smile.
"Then execute Plan C."
Siddik unlocks a hatch beneath the war room. A staircase spirals downward.
In the hidden lab beneath the castle –
Green tubes bubble with chemicals.
Scientists in black suits oversee monstrous silhouettes growing in tanks.
Claws. Muscle. Fangs. Not quite human. Not quite dead.
Siddik asking to Rafiq through a walkie-talkie, "Is everything ready?"
"They need some more time, Siddik. Like 2 or 3 days." Rafiq replied.
"Make it quick. We're running out of time," Siddik orders.