The night air was heavy with silence, the kind that only follows a burial filled with tears. But that silence shattered when Rayyan's phone rang.
His sharp eyes narrowed as he answered.
"Sir—emergency at the hospital. It's the boy. He's out of control. His powers are unstable—he's tearing the place apart. We can't contain him."
Rayyan's expression darkened instantly.
"We're on our way."
He turned to faisal, Sara, Jabir, and the others.
"We have to go. Now."
There was no time for questions.
They left the mosque without a word, trading prayers for urgency.
As they approached the hospital, they felt it before they saw it.
The building itself was shaking — windows vibrating, lights flickering.
The air was thick with a strange, choking pressure.
From the moment they stepped inside, they could hear it.
A voice — a scream — a roar.
It was Mirshad.
Rayyan's soldiers, some of the most hardened warriors alive, stood frozen outside his room.
Their hands gripped their weapons, but their knuckles were white.
Even they were afraid.
Inside the room, furniture was smashed, equipment thrown across the floor, the walls cracked from unseen force.
And there, in the center, was Mirshad.
His eyes still closed, body convulsing, veins glowing faint red, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Baba pushed past everyone, his heart racing.
"Mirshad! Son, listen to me! It's okay — you're safe! No one is here to hurt you! Please, calm yourself!"
His voice cracked — part command, part plea, part desperate prayer.
Mirshad's body trembled, the air itself vibrating around him.
"You're not alone, son. We're all here. Please… come back. Don't let this power take you. Don't let it control you. You're stronger than this. You are stronger than the storm inside you!"
Bit by bit, Mirshad's breathing slowed.
The trembling in his body eased.
And finally — his eyes opened.
They weren't human eyes anymore.
They burned like molten fire — deep, blood-red, veins glowing brighter than the dim hospital lights.
The entire room went silent.
Even Rayyan's men stepped back, instinctively afraid.
Rayyan — the Last Judge, the man who had faced monsters in human form, killers with no souls — stood frozen.
This… this was something else.
This wasn't a boy. This was a force of nature — a walking apocalypse.
In that moment, Rayyan finally understood.
Baba wasn't just protecting Mirshad.
Baba was protecting the world from him.
Rayyan's soldiers — trained to never retreat — had all stepped back.
The fear was involuntary.
This was a fear no training could erase.
Mirshad's lips trembled, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Baba…"
Baba knelt beside him, placing a trembling hand on his shoulder.
"What happened, son? What did you see?"
Tears streamed down Mirshad's cheeks.
"I saw Mama… She came to my dream… She was crying. She said she's leaving — that she won't come back. She hugged me one last time and told me to protect everyone. Then she… she vanished."
His body shook with sobs, raw and broken.
Baba's own eyes filled with tears.
"She came to you… because she loved you. Even in her final moments, you were in her heart. She knew you would protect us all. She believed in you. And I know — you will show her killers the gates of hell while she rests in heaven."
Mirshad couldn't speak.
He just cried, and Baba held him, like a father, like a guardian, like the only anchor keeping him from drowning.
Baba gently wiped the tears from Mirshad's face.
"Son, I need you to trust me now. Let the doctors check you. We need to understand what's happening inside you before it's too late. Please — I'm begging you."
Mirshad, still weak, slowly nodded.
He lay back down, his breathing heavy but calmer now.
Baba stepped outside, his body sagging with exhaustion.
Rayyan was waiting.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
Then Rayyan's voice came, low and certain.
"I understand now, Faisal. You weren't just protecting him. You were protecting the world from him. If that boy ever loses control… there will be no world left to protect."
Baba didn't reply.
He didn't need to.
They both understood.
Before Baba could sit, Sara and Jabir rushed to them — their faces pale, their eyes wide.
"Baba, enough. We can't do this anymore. Who are you? What are you? What is happening? We deserve answers! Please — tell us the truth!"
Sara's voice cracked at the end, her tears barely held back.
"We're not just staff anymore. We're part of this war, whether we like it or not. You owe us the truth."
Baba opened his mouth, but no words came.
The weight of the night, of losing Mama, of almost losing Mirshad — it was too much.
Rayyan placed a hand on Baba's shoulder.
"I'll handle it."
He turned to face Sara, Jabir, and the others.
His eyes were cold, but there was something else — respect.
"You want the truth?"
He stepped closer.
"Fine. I'll tell you who Faisal really is. But listen carefully — because once you know, there's no turning back."
Sara swallowed hard. Jabir clenched his fists.
They were ready.
"Sit down. And don't move — no matter how much you want to run."
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End of Chapter 29