They followed Taimoor to where he led them... and the further they went, the more Maher felt the lurking danger that Taimoor was pulling them into. However, he had no choice. He not only wanted to get rid of the danger posed by Taimoor, but he also wanted to get rid of a tool that could fall into the wrong hands and be used against humanity. As Taimoor had threatened them several times with a trump card they knew nothing about, Maher could not ignore the matter, fearing that someone else might be behind Taimoor. Thus, they decided to discover the secret that Taimoor was hiding. Initially, Sabir doubted Taimoor’s words, but his uncle, Sabir, conducted quick research on the matter and confirmed the existence of a ring with a red ruby. That ring was forged at the very first moment the Swāfan appeared, as a pact they were forced to submit to. Whoever wears it becomes the master of the pact. Therefore, anyone who wears this ring controls these evil shadows. Through these shadows, they wil

Saber sat beside Maher's head, helpless and powerless, not knowing what to do. He watched as Maher's ragged breaths accelerated as if escaping a punctured chest. His eyes were half-closed, and sweat poured from his brow despite the cold night.Saber looked at the ring on Maher's hand and tapped it twice, hoping the ring's genie would respond, but it was useless. The genie only answers its owner, and its owner's soul was now swaying between life and death.The wound wasn't fatal, but Saber knew the poison from Timur's dagger was no ordinary venom. It was from an ancient dagger inscribed with old magical runes that gave the poison a rapid spread that no conventional medicine or treatment could stop.Saber muttered between his teeth, "Timur is dead, but his harm didn't end with his death. May God curse him."He then yelled, trying to pierce Maher's subconscious mind, hoping his words would reach him, strengthen his resolve, and prevent his body from succumbing to the deadly poison. "I wi

Maheer strode with determination and unwavering resolve toward the battlefield, accompanied by all the Guardians. Each one advanced toward their target with steady steps, their luminous daggers gleaming like stars torn from the heavens and cast down upon the earth. Possessed humans roared like beasts, while shadows painted their eyes with merciless black. The hospital lights had barely stabilized after the appearance of the dark entity when the skies above the city split with an infernal howl, followed by flashes of fire and lightning, as though hell itself had erupted in the heart of night. From the depths of darkness, five colossal beings emerged, covering the skies as if they were fragments of the night itself. They descended without wings, their steps shaking the ground, their eyes blazing like embers. It was not a single creature, but five. The first bore a crown of flames, majestic yet arrogant, his face dripping with pride and disdain. He was Saven of Arrogance, the lord of

Maher ran with all his strength, chased by Saven of Greed and Saven of Deception, while the other two—Saven of Hatred and Saven of Chaos—pursued Maher’s second form. It was like a hunt of phantoms. They had lured the Savens away from the human realm so their corruption would not touch the innocent, yet cars were hurled aside and shattered in their wake, and the wrath of the sky darkened, releasing unseen shadows that seeped into mortals, twisting them into vessels of ruin. The earth itself cracked under their feet, broken by the force of dark power. Though invisible to human eyes, their malice, their tyranny, and their devastation were plain for all to see. The piercing cry of the Raptor split the blackened sky. Maher looked up to see the great bird descending with its vast wings spread wide. Before it touched the ground, Maher leapt onto its back with a victorious shout. “Let me see how long you can endure!” He rose high into the air upon the bird’s back and called out: “Let us

The night fell heavily upon the city, shadows writhed around every corner, slinking through alleys, dominating neighborhoods, and piercing human hearts with fear and terror. The screams of victims scattered in the air, and pain loomed like a dark wall devouring everything. If those shadows were free without restraint, humanity would have turned into wild beasts, lost between instincts and blood, an entire city standing on the brink of extinction. Maher's doppelgänger continued to bravely fight the three remaining Savens while Maher summoned his strength to recall the Savens imprisoned within the seal. Exhaustion appeared on the doppelgänger, and the three Savens managed to restrain him. Maher whispered to him so no one else could hear, "Our powers will soon merge. I must summon the Savens now; the required number for imprisonment has been completed." The doppelgänger answered with relief after the fatigue had exhausted him, "Take your time. I'll have some fun until you're done." The