The sun had barely risen, but the island stirred with quiet purpose. The Reapers moved through the palace with disciplined steps, securing their gear. The brothers checked the last of their equipment. The air was filled with the low rhythm of preparation.
They were ready to leave. Everyone… except him. Sophia's eyes scanned the grounds. "Has anyone seen him?" she asked softly. The brothers froze. They exchanged glances. He hadn't returned last night. Not after the war. Not after erasing five forces that could not be stopped. Not after showing the world a truth it had forgotten.
They had watched him stand against chaos, and then vanish into silence. "We'll find him," Rayyan said quickly. A Reaper stepped into the hall, hesitating before speaking. "He's… outside. On the sand. But… something is happening." They followed without a word.
The sound of the ocean grew louder as they neared the shore — but when they reached the open sand, they stopped. There he was. Mirshad. The god who walked as a man. He lay sleeping on the warm sand, his breathing slow, his face unburdened. Peace rested on him like a second skin.
But it wasn't his stillness that held them frozen. It was the sea. The waves rolled forward… but not toward him. They parted. On either side of where he lay, the water curved away, forming a perfect arc of untouched sand. The sea reached left and right, but not where he rested — as if guarding his sleep.
Malik's voice was low. "Even the ocean knows… he's not just a warrior." Amir leaned toward Baba. "It's avoiding him… protecting him." Rayyan's gaze never shifted. "Even nature bends to him." Sophia stood rooted, her eyes locked on him. Baba's voice was deep and certain. "The world isn't just watching him anymore. It's listening."
Sophia moved forward and knelt beside him, her hand resting gently on his chest. "Wake up, my king." His eyes opened slowly, calm. He smiled. "Did I oversleep?" She smiled through a tear. "The sea didn't mind." Amir chuckled. "Bro, you've got palaces and villas… and you chose sand?" Malik shook his head. "He turned the ocean into a bodyguard." Rayyan smirked. "Respect." Baba stepped forward. "Enough. Come inside, son. Eat. Pack. We leave this place today." Mirshad rose, brushing sand from his shoulder. "Let's go home."
As they walked back together, Rayyan glanced over his shoulder one last time. The sea was moving again. The waves rolled inward, slow and deliberate — not crashing, but bowing. They touched the untouched sand where he had slept, erasing the perfect circle. "It waited," Sara whispered. "And only moved when he did," Amir said quietly. Baba's eyes lingered on the water. "Even the ocean held its breath… until he walked away."
The sun climbed higher. The tide sang against the shore. And the family walked inside — not only to leave the island, but to step into a new chapter of life. A chapter where no one asked who he was. Because now, even the sea had answered. He is the one who created it. And now… it bows to him.