All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Last Knight.: Chapter 421
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Chapter 421 The Calls
Ali's underground workshop felt different in the aftermath of the leak. The hum of servers, the glow of screens, the rows of armor standing silent in their cases—it all seemed less like a sanctuary and more like a bunker. A place to hide while the world above reacted to the truth they had unleashed.Hazem sat across from Ali, a cup of tea cooling in his hands. His color was better than it had been days ago. The bruises on his face had faded from purple to yellow. His ribs still ached, the doctor said, but he was healing. He was always healing. It was what he did.Ali stared at his own screen, scrolling through the news reports, the social media posts, the reactions pouring in from across the region. Some people believed. Most were confused. Many were angry—at the UFN, at the government, at the Knights they didn't know existed."You've done well," Hazem said quietly.Ali looked up. "Have I? We leaked information that half the people think is fake.
Chapter 422 Seeing Her Again
The safe house was quiet. Too quiet.Hazem sat on the edge of the narrow bed, his back against the wall, his phone in his hand. The news was still on—muted now, the images flickering across the screen in silence. Reporters stood outside hospitals, outside government buildings, outside the shattered remains of the Cairo train station.He had been watching for hours. The death toll had risen again. Twelve. Fifteen. Eighteen. The numbers blurred together, each one a life extinguished, a family shattered, a future erased.His phone buzzed.He looked at the screen. The name made his heart stop.Maryam.He hadn't spoken to her since the confession. Since he had laid bare the truth of who he was and what he did. Since she had asked for time to think, to process, to decide if she could bind her life to his.He had given her space. He had not called. He had not texted. He had not reached out, no matter how much he wanted to.Because that was what she asked for. And because, if he was honest wi
Chapter 423 The War Council
The safe house was smaller than Laith remembered. Or maybe he had just gotten used to wide-open spaces—the training yard, the streets of Askalan, the open road where he could run and fight and push himself to the limit. This place felt like a cage.But Hazem was here. His brother. And that was all that mattered.Laith pushed through the door and crossed the room in three long strides. Hazem stood to greet him, and Laith pulled him into a crushing embrace before he could protest."I'm okay," Hazem said, his voice muffled against Laith's shoulder. "I'm okay.""You're an idiot," Laith replied, not letting go. "You almost died. Again.""It's in our genes."Laith pulled back, keeping his hands on Hazem's shoulders, studying his face. The bruises were fading. The cuts were healing. But there was a tiredness in his eyes that no amount of rest could fix."Grandma is worried sick," Laith said. "She calls me every day asking if I've heard from you. Grandpa doesn't say anything, but he sits by t
Chapter 424 The Vault
The underground warehouse hummed with life. Servers blinked in their racks. Armors stood in their glass cases, silent sentinels waiting for war. The air was cool and clean, filtered by systems Ali had designed himself, and the lighting was soft but ample—enough to work by, not so bright as to attract attention from the surface. Ali stood at the center of it all, a tablet in his hand, a list of tasks scrolling on the screen. Around him, his brothers moved with purpose—Marwan inspecting the weapon racks, Laith testing the security doors, Hamza and Nawras carrying crates of equipment from the delivery bay to the storage rooms. It had been days since the meeting at the safe house. Days of planning, of coordination, of convincing the other Knights groups to come back to the table. But that was Hazem's work, Hadi's work. This—the warehouse, the technology, the preparations for a war that no one wanted but everyone could feel coming, this was Ali's. And he would not fail. --- "The e
Chapter 425 The Jenin Knights
The journey from Askalan to Jenin was supposed to be simple. A two-hour drive through the hills, past olive groves and villages, nothing more. But nothing was simple anymore. Hadi drove, his eyes scanning the road ahead and the mirrors behind. Hazem sat in the passenger seat, his body still healing, his mind already racing ahead to the meeting.They took back roads. They changed routes twice. They stopped at a small café in a village neither of them had visited before, just to see if anyone was following.No one was. Or if they were, they were good enough to hide it."Jamil," Hadi said as they pulled back onto the road. "You've known him for years. He'll listen."Hazem watched the countryside pass by—green hills, stone houses, children playing in fields that had been farmed for generations. "Jamil doesn't listen to anyone. But he trusts me. That's different.""Trust isn't enough if he doesn't believe the threat.""Then I'll make him believe."The hills of Jenin appeared on the horizon
Chapter 426 The Test
The training yard behind the headquarters was bathed in the pale light of early morning. The sun had not yet cleared the eastern ridge, and the air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of dew and dust. Ali stood at the center of the yard, his arms crossed, watching his brothers warm up.Sami rolled his shoulders, shaking out the stiffness from sleep. Samir stretched his hamstrings, his face focused, serious. They had been training for months now—not just the basics, but real combat, real techniques, real stakes. They had killed a Ghoul. They had saved lives. They had proven themselves.But Ali needed more than proof. He needed certainty."Come here," he said.The brothers stopped their warm-ups and walked toward him, standing side by side. They were young, too young, maybe—but their eyes held something that age couldn't measure. Determination. Fire. The willingness to stand when everything told them to fall.Ali looked at them for a long moment. Then he spoke."I'm going to ask you a
Chapter 427 The Grandparents' Table
The house smelled of cinnamon and cardamom long before they reached the door. Laith breathed in deeply, his face softening in a way it rarely did outside these visits. Beside him, Hazem felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, just slightly, just for a moment.Abo Salah opened the door before they could knock. He was old, his back curved by decades of hard work, his beard white as snow. But his eyes were sharp, and his arms were strong when he pulled first Laith, then Hazem, into crushing embraces."You came," Abo Salah said, his voice gruff but wet. "You finally came.""We came, Jiddo," Laith said, patting his grandfather's back. "We're sorry it took so long.""Sorry is for strangers. You are not strangers." Abo Salah released them and stepped back, his eyes moving from one grandson to the other, cataloging the bruises, the exhaustion, the weight they carried. "You are home. That is what matters."From the kitchen came the sound of hurried footsteps, and then Om Salah appeare
Chapter 428 The Master's Game
The private chamber beneath the presidential palace was colder than usual. Or perhaps it was just Bin Zahid's imagination. The ancient tapestries seemed to shudder on the walls, their depictions of pre-human victories now feeling less like history and more like prophecy. Labib sat on his iron throne, his green eyes half-closed, his fingers steepled before him. He had returned from Jerusalem an hour ago. He had not spoken since. Bin Zahid knelt on the cold stone floor, his knees aching, his head bowed. He had learned long ago not to break the silence. Labib spoke when Labib was ready. "The mosque was beautiful," Labib said finally. His voice was soft, almost dreamy. "The architecture. The light. The way the faithful moved through the courtyard, so certain of their safety." Bin Zahid raised his head slightly. "You went to the mosque. To the Holy Mosque." "I went to be seen." "By whom?" Labib opened his eyes. They gleamed in the dim light. "By the Commander. By Hazem. He was there,
Chapter 429 The Rooftop Again
The rooftop of Maryam's apartment building had become their place. Not quite neutral ground, there was too much history for neutrality—but something closer to sacred. A space above the chaos, where the city spread out below them and the stars peeked through the light pollution, and for a few hours, they could pretend the world wasn't burning.Hazem arrived after dark, as he always did now. Maryam was already there, wrapped in a thick sweater. She had brought a thermos of tea and two cups, and she didn't ask why he was late or where he had been.She just poured the tea and handed him a cup.They sat side by side on the low wall that ran along the edge of the roof, their shoulders almost touching, their breath misting in the cold night air."I saw him," Hazem said finally. "At the mosque. On Friday. Labib."Maryam's hand tightened around her cup, but her voice was steady. "The Ghoul. The one you told me about. The ancient one.""Yes.""In the Holy Mosque.""Yes."She was quiet for a mom
Chapter 430 The Arena
The ancient Roman theatre stood in ruins, its stone seats cracked and weathered, its stage long since swallowed by dust and time. The sun was high overhead, casting harsh shadows across the broken marble. Hazem stood at the center of what had once been the orchestra pit, turning slowly, his eyes scanning every shadow, every crevice, every possible hiding place.Nothing.Jamil stood on the highest tier of seats, his arms crossed, his expression grim. He had been here before. With Hazem. The first time. When they had seen Labib standing among the ruins like a ghost who had forgotten he was dead."It looked different at night," Jamil said, descending the worn steps. "The shadows were deeper. The air was colder. He seemed larger.""He's the same size," Hazem replied. "We just see him differently now."Jamil stopped beside him, looking out at the empty theatre. "We've been here for hours. There's nothing.""There has to be something.""There doesn't have to be anything. He's not stupid. He