The golden sun rose gently over the island, casting warm light over the calm sea. Today was not like the others. It was the beginning of something new. A chapter of peace. Inside the main hall, the long breakfast table was alive with footsteps, the clink of cutlery, and soft conversation. Servants moved between them, setting down trays of fruit, breads, brewed tea… and fresh fish fry.
The door opened. Mirshad stepped in — calm, glowing with the quiet aura that had become part of him. His eyes were soft. His presence silent but strong. Amir whistled. "Finally. The sleeping sea god decided to join us." Laughter followed.
Sophia smiled and placed a plate in front of him. He sat, his gaze moving across each face — Baba, Rayyan, Malik, Amir, Jabir, Sara, Sophia, and the Reapers around them. Not soldiers. Not warriors. Family.
Malik leaned forward with a grin. "Bro, the fish smells divine… but I think Amir still has trauma from the last time you dropped him from the sky." Amir nearly choked on his water. "Don't remind me. I still have altitude sickness." The laughter grew. Mirshad only smiled and spoke softly. "I missed this." The table quieted for a moment. The silence carried more than words.
Outside, ten helicopters waited in line, engines warm. Reapers and their families moved between them, loading bags, checking lists. The air carried the sound of quiet excitement. Jabir walked beside Mirshad, his usual cheeky smile in place. "So, bro… helicopter? Or are you going to vanish into the sky again?" The others turned to hear his answer. Mirshad smiled faintly. "That was yesterday. I let it sleep again. It won't wake… until the right time comes." No one replied. They only nodded. Because they understood.
Inside the lead helicopter, Mirshad sat near the window, Sophia at his side. Rayyan, Malik, Amir, Jabir, Sara, and Baba filled the rest of the seats. Nine more helicopters followed in formation behind them — each carrying Reapers and their families.
Mirshad leaned forward. "Sirius… go global." A soft chime. Across the world, phones lit. Screens flickered. A live broadcast began. There he was. No mask. No armor. Just a man. "Hi, everyone. Sorry for the sudden message. I want to ask for a small favor. You've seen me without the mask now. I wore it not to hide from the world, but to protect something more precious — my privacy, my peace, my family. I'm not just a symbol. I'm a man. A son. A brother. A husband. A future father. I want to live moments — walk with my wife, take her to the beach, play with my child when the time comes. So I ask you… when you see me outside, with them, please let me enjoy that time. Don't interfere. Don't chase. Because when the world truly needs me… you know I will be there. I gave you homes. Peace. Safety. All I ask in return is this small piece of silence. Thank you. I love you all. I wish you the most beautiful day." The feed ended.
The cabin was silent. Sophia leaned her head on his shoulder. Sara looked at Baba with wet eyes. Baba only smiled. Rayyan studied him, as if seeing him for the first time again. Malik murmured, "He just told the world to let him live… as a human." Amir added quietly, "And they will." Outside, the sky stretched open — wide and waiting. Ten helicopters cut through the morning clouds. Peace above. Unity within. And in the lead aircraft sat the god who once saved the world… now choosing to live in it.