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Chapter 389 Fragile Hope
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ceiling hummed overhead, a steady, mechanical drone that seemed to pulse in time with the throbbing agony in Ghassan's shoulder. He drifted in and out of consciousness, the boundaries between waking and dreaming blurred by pain and whatever drugs the doctors had pumped into his system.When he woke fully, he saw nothing but darkness.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors tracking his vitals. His shoulder screamed with every heartbeat, a deep, burning pain that radiated down his arm and across his chest. He tried to move, to cry out, but his body felt weighted down, unresponsive.Then he heard the voice."Run."It wasn't a sound. It was more like a thought inserted directly into his mind, cold and slithering, ancient and wrong."Run, little human. They will make you a lab rat."Ghassan's eyes darted around the room, searching for the source. There was nothing, only shadows, the sounds of machines and the faint outline of the door
Chapter 388 The Brave fool
Samir and Sami were walking toward school, backpacks slung over one shoulder, moving with the particular lazy gait of teenagers who had already mentally checked out of the academic day ahead. The streets were busy with the usual morning chaos, vendors setting up their stalls, mothers herding smaller children, the distant honk of traffic.As they rounded the corner near the market, they spotted a group of their schoolmates gathered near a juice stand. The group was larger than usual, and at its center, holding court with theatrical gestures, was Ghassan.Sami and Samir exchanged glances. Ghassan was known for many things—loudness, boastfulness, and an uncanny ability to insert himself into any conversation, but he was not known for honesty." and then I grabbed him by the throat!" Ghassan was saying, his voice carrying across the square. His audience, a mix of younger students and a few curious adults, leaned in. "The Ghoul thought he could take me, but I've been training for years. Y
Chapter 387 Best Bros
Ali was deeply focused on a microscopic component, tweezers in hand, when the door burst open with enough force to rattle the schematics pinned to the walls."Traitor!" Laith's voice thundered through the room.Ali nearly dropped the component. He spun around, tweezers still raised defensively, to find Laith standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a theatrical scowl on his face. Behind him, two junior Knights who had clearly followed him out of curiosity peeked around the doorframe before quickly disappearing when Ali caught their eye."What?" Ali demanded, lowering the tweezers. "What did I do?"Laith strode into the room, his movements carrying that particular fluid grace that came from years of martial training combined with natural athleticism. He stopped directly in front of Ali's desk, looming impressively despite the fact that Ali was still seated."I heard," Laith announced dramatically, "that you're making new armor for everyone. Everyone except me. You forgot I exi
Chapter 386 A Strong Faith
Ali's office was a sanctuary of precision and order. Schematics lined the walls, pinned to corkboards with color-coded markers. Prototype components sat in labeled trays on a long workbench. The computer monitors displayed complex 3D models rotating in slow, silent simulation. Everything was exactly where it belonged, organized and controlled.Everything except Ali's mind.He sat in his chair, staring at the ceiling, the third cup of cold coffee untouched on his desk. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sparkled with the million lights of late night—or early morning, depending on perspective. He had lost track hours ago. The digital clock on his monitor read 3:47 AM.Marwan's words echoed in his skull like stones dropped into a deep well, the ripples spreading endlessly."You're building crutches. You're building suits so powerful, so automated, that the person inside stops being the fighter.""Whose hands do these suits end up in? Eventually, one of them will end up with s
Chapter 385 The Elephant In The Room
The training yard at the headquarters was bathed in the harsh glare of overhead floodlights as Ali put his brothers through their paces. Sami and Samir moved through the drills with slightly better coordination than the week before—still clumsy, still prone to telegraphing their strikes, but improving. Ali corrected them with his usual precise efficiency, his voice a steady stream of instructions and adjustments.Between sets, while his brothers collapsed onto benches to catch their breath, Ali pulled out his phone and dialed Marwan's number. It rang through to voicemail. He frowned, waited a few minutes, and tried again. Same result."What's wrong?" Sami asked, noticing his brother's expression.Ali pocketed the phone. "I've been trying to reach Marwan for days. He's not answering my calls, not responding to messages. It's unlike him."Samir shrugged, still breathing heavily. "He was here yesterday. Training the new recruits. Seemed normal to me.""Yesterday?" Ali's frown deepened. "
Chapter 384 The Young Teacher
The morning sun was still low over the eastern ridge, casting long amber fingers through the chain-link fence surrounding the base's secondary training yard. Laith stood at the edge of the worn concrete, arms crossed, watching his four remaining students cycle through their drills. Three of them: Yazeed, Qasim, and Tamir had finally begun to move not as soldiers mimicking foreign movements, but as warriors who had absorbed those movements into their own flesh and blood.The fourth, a quiet marksman named Rafiq, was still struggling. Laith made a mental note to work with him individually later. But today, his attention was captured by Yazeed.Yazeed was a lithe, whipcord-thin young man from the southern desert tribes. For weeks, he had frustrated Laith with his tendency to turn every technique into something overly elaborate, adding flourishes and spins that compromised efficiency. But something had clicked in the past three days. His movements had tightened, the extraneous motion stri
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