Upon returning to headquarters, Hadi immediately scolded Hazim and Marwan for letting Yazan escape. "The correct move was bringing him back to base, especially since he didn't know we'd exposed him. You could've easily captured him without this reckless chase." Hazim countered, his voice strained, "It's not that simple. Marwan still doesn't see him as a traitor who deserves punishment, to him he's just a friend who felt betrayed by us." He glanced at Marwan, who sat silently, his guilt palpable. "When Haitham told me Marwan went after Yazan alone, I followed immediately. I knew he couldn't control his emotions, I knew they'd hurt each other but I never imagined Marwan would just... take the blows without fighting back." Hadi sighed and sat down, examining Marwan's injuries. "His wounds aren't that bad, just bruises." Hazim sighed, his shoulders heavy. "This is complicated. We all know Marwan searched for Yazan relentlessly, how he'd take any mission near the southern border ju

After a full month, Ali finally returned home. Throughout that period, his sense of helplessness had only grown as he watched his friends battling ghouls. Each time they attempted to train new knights, the recruits would either quit within a week or two or suffer serious injuries that forced them to withdraw. The pressure on Hadi, Hazim, Haitham, Marwan, Malik, and Laith kept increasing, as they remained the only ones with stable skills who could consistently handle missions. Laith had finally graduated from school and convinced his brother to let him take a gap year before university to explore his passion and decide his future path. Marwan's personality had completely changed since Yazan's escape. He buried himself in missions, training, and work. Contrary to expectations, he made no effort to search for Yazan or get involved in the case, leaving that task to Hadi and Hazim who had requested police assistance in tracking him down. Fadi had improved dramatically, quickly mast

Fadi set up his own surveillance cameras separate from the Center’s official ones to monitor the suspect himself. At home, reviewing footage after his shift ended and the suspect’s shift began, he saw exactly what he’d expected: the moment the man entered, the center's cameras froze, showing a looped image to hide his activities. The suspect plugged a flash drive into the System, downloaded files, then pocketed the drive and left. Fadi immediately sent the hidden footage to Hadi. "This is our proof," he said. _____ The next morning, Hadi and Hazim stormed into the Barrier Development Center, their boots echoing against the polished floors as technicians scrambled out of their way. Mohsen Abu Ajwa barely had time to look up from his workstation before Hadi's hand clamped down on his shoulder. "Mohsen Abu Ajwa," Hadi said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're under arrest." Mohsen's face paled. "W-What is this? There must be some mistake!" Hazim held up the surveillance

The ghoul appeared, dressed exactly like the detainee, the drug dealer they caught. The moment he stepped into the cell, Ali’s sharp eyes caught the unnatural hue of his skin and the eerie glow in his eyes. Without hesitation, Ali raised his sword, his grip tightening as he prepared to strike. But before he could swing, Laith grabbed his arm, stopping him mid-motion. "What are you doing?" Laith demanded, his voice sharp. "Can’t you see this is a ghoul, not a human?" Ali responded. "Wait a minute," Laith insisted, his gaze locked onto the creature. "Something’s wrong." The ghoul’s lips twisted into a grotesque smile. Before either of them could react further, it lunged, claws slashing through the air. But Ali and Laith were faster, they sidestepped with practiced ease, countering in unison. A swift strike to the legs brought the ghoul down, and within moments, they had it pinned and bound. Panting slightly, Ali shot Laith a look. "Next time, we strike first and ask questi

Ali decided to go to Dr. Abu Jumana, bringing Jumana with him so the doctor could have fun playing with her and agree to translate for him. The moment Dr. Abu Jumana saw Jumana, his face lit up, and he immediately started playing with her. "Are you happy, sweetheart?" Dr. Abu Jumana asked, his voice warm. "Are they feeding you well? Don’t tell me they’re torturing you and experimenting on you?" Ali reassured him, "Don’t worry, she’s living better than me and you. No one lays a finger on her." Dr. Abu Jumana smiled, relief washing over him. "Good, Alhamdulliah she’s happy and managed to move on after me." Ali seized the opportunity. "Since I’ve been good to you and brought Jumana to cheer you up, how about returning the favor and translating this video for me?" He pulled out his phone and showed Dr. Abu Jumana the video of the suspect speaking in the Ghoul language. Suddenly, Dr. Abu Jumana burst into laughter. "Of course, you wouldn’t do this out of the kindness of your hear