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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 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 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 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 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 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
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