One of the five stepped forward, his eyes glowing pale blue, his voice echoing across the chaos. "You want to protect these people, MRD? Then let's see what happens when I take your mind from you." He raised a single hand and a cold force surged toward him, waves of psychic energy crashing into Mirshad's head. He staggered back, gripping his skull, eyes wide, shaking. "Oh no…" he muttered just loud enough for the crowd to hear. "He's controlling me…" Gasps filled the air. Civilians panicked, reporters whispered, cameras zoomed in. Mirshad took a step, then another, staggering like a drunk. "What should I do…? He's in my head… I'm… I'm… oh no…" He paused. Then a slow smile curved across his face before he vanished. The controller blinked, confused. "Wha—?" A hand touched his shoulder from behind. "If you touch a god's mind… be ready to lose your own." The punch landed like a thunderquake. The man flew across the sky, cracked through a tower, and dropped lifeless to the ground. "One."
Wind exploded. Another blurred forward, vanishing into motion, circling Mirshad faster than the eye could follow. News drones lost him, sound barriers shattered, the Reapers watching from the island stood up. Rayyan whispered, "He's fast… but not faster than him." Mirshad stood perfectly still before reaching out and catching the speedster mid-run by the throat. "You move fast," he said coldly. "I move beyond time." He slammed him into the ground, lifted him again, vanished into the sky, and dropped him from the edge of the clouds. A crater swallowed him whole. "Two."
The third raised both hands and the battlefield erupted. Flames burst, winds howled, stones tore from the ground, lightning danced around them. "You are nothing against nature!" he screamed. Mirshad walked through the storm. Fire parted, lightning bowed, stones shattered before touching him. He stopped inches away, calm as dawn. "Nature isn't your servant." His sword caught every element—wind, fire, lightning, earth—and consumed it before stabbing forward. The man's scream was lost in the blast of divine energy. "Three."
Darkness crept in. The fourth vanished into mist, the skies dimmed, people collapsed in confusion. "I am the void," the shadow hissed. "You can't fight what you can't see." Mirshad stood in silence, then burst with a flash of divine light from his chest. Darkness shattered like glass. He reached into the air, pulled the shadow into his hand, and held him mid-air. "Light doesn't fight shadow. It ends it." The shadow burned away with one last scream. "Four."
The last figure stepped forward. Calm. Confident. Deadly. The one who had broken Mirshad before. The one who revealed his face to the world. He smirked. "You're walking again, I see." Mirshad's eyes turned silver, his voice colder than ice. "You didn't break me. You gave me a reason to return." The world stopped breathing. Then they clashed. The sky roared, buildings collapsed, their blows shattered the sound around them. Mirshad didn't just fight—he punished. Every strike was a memory, every movement revenge. He twisted the man's arm, snapped his wings, crushed his ribs. The leader gasped, "You're not—" Mirshad's voice cut through him. "You broke me in front of the world. Now let them watch me finish what you started." He lifted the man high. "This is for the pain. This is for the world. This is for me." One final strike sent a blast of energy tearing through the battlefield. The body fell limp. "Five."
The dust faded, the city fell silent. Every camera turned toward him, standing alone, sword glowing, eyes closed. Not a god of war, but a god of judgment. The Five that threatened the world were no more. And the world had only one truth left—MRD was not just alive. He was beyond death.