The door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped inside. Malik and Marwan stood up because they immediately recognized him.The man was Yazan their old teammate, the one who had trained alongside Malik and Marwan from the beginning. Once, he had been Marwan’s closest friend. But five years ago, when a mission went wrong, they had been separated in the desert. Yazan had vanished, and despite Marwan’s desperate search, despite the rescue team's efforts to cover the vast desert, he was never found. Malik was the first to react. He stood and greeted Yazan with a firm handshake. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice a mix of relief and disbelief. "What happened to you?" Marwan, however, remained silent, his expression unreadable. Yazan offered a tired smile. "It’s a long story," he said. "But the important thing is I’m here now, right?" The room was heavy with tension. Ali watched Marwan, puzzled by his lack of reaction. Then, without warning, Marwan stepped forward and pulle

Yazan, Marwan, Ali, and Malik returned to headquarters. As soon as they arrived Hadi called Ali to his office, when Ali went to Hadi’s office Hadi told him to sit down, he informed him that he had something important to say."The court had held a closed session the other day and confirmed the charges against Dr. Riyad." Hadi paused for a moment, then he carried on "Most likely, he would be sentenced to a long prison term, but the final verdict hadn’t been determined yet, it would be decided in the next session." Ali didn’t say anything. Hadi asked him why he was silent. Ali replied, "What do you want me to say?" Hadi sighed and said, "I thought that you would want to know, I assumed you would want to hear it and confirm the professor’s fate." Ali shook his head and looked away from Hadi. He remained silent for a brief second then he said in a quiet tone "I'm done dwelling on this topic, I decided to move past what had happened and carry on with my life. I feel like if I keep think

Malik moved cautiously through the bank's vault area, his big fan gripped tightly in hand. The dim emergency lights hanging overhead, as he walked down the hallway. At the end of the corridor, he spotted a heavy security door standing slightly ajar. "Found something," he muttered into his comm. "One of the vault rooms is open. Safety deposit boxes look like they've been forced open. I'm checking it out." "Stay alert," Marwan's voice crackled back. "Ghouls don't care about money. There's something else going on here." Malik smirked. "Maybe it's a ghoul with expensive tastes." He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. The room was in complete disarray - metal safety deposit boxes torn apart, their contents scattered across the floor. What caught his attention most were the deep claw marks scoring the steel walls. "This wasn't any ordinary robbery-" A loud clang echoed through the vault as the heavy door slammed shut behind him. Malik whirled around, his pulse quick

The three Knights moved in perfect synchronization. Marwan's sword slashing from the front, Yazan striking from the right, Malik's war fan sweeping in from the left. Yet the ghoul reacted as if it had already memorized their every move before they made them.With terrifying precision, it sidestepped Marwan's attack, caught Yazan's wrist mid-swing, and twisted away from Malik's wind blast - all in one fluid motion. Before Malik could react, the creature's claws raked across his fan, shattering the reinforced metal like it was made of brittle glass.Malik stumbled backward, staring at the broken remains of his weapon. "Impossible..."Yazan and Marwan renewed their assault, but the ghoul countered each move with effortless efficiency. This wasn't the wild, animalistic fighting style of normal ghouls, every block, every dodge, every counterattack was calculated and economical. It was studying them, learning their patterns, exploiting weaknesses they didn't even know they had.Within minut

Malik took careful aim with the RPG, his finger tightening on the trigger. The rocket shot forward with a deafening sound, but this time, the ghoul was ready. It twisted its massive body at the last second, letting the explosive slam harmlessly into a wrecked car behind it. The resulting explosion left a huge mess in the parking lot. Hadi swore loudly as he and Ali kept up their suppressing fire, bullets peppering the ghoul's torso. But even as they watched, the ghoul's wounds began closing before their eyes. "Malik! Nawras! Hamza!" Hadi shouted to his comm. "Take another shot now! Look at its shoulder!" Malik's blood ran cold when he saw it, thick black tendrils of flesh snaking out from the ghoul's severed arm joint, slowly reforming the limb. Nawras and Hamza scrambled to reload, but the ghoul gave them no breathing room. It lunged at Hadi and Ali with terrifying speed, forcing them to dive in opposite directions. Hadi barely rolled clear as claws tore through the concrete