Ali lay alone in the sterile white hospital room, the hum of machines the only sound breaking the silence. The doctor and nurse had assured him he was no longer in danger, but anxiety still gnawed at him. The government wouldn’t just forget what happened, and the brutal blows from the Black Knight had made it painfully clear how deep in trouble he was.
A few hours passed before the door suddenly swung open. A short, blond-haired boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, waltzed in with an almost theatrical energy. "Hey there!" the boy announced, his voice loud and cheerful. "My Name is Laith! And guess what? You’re officially off the hook!" Ali blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. "What?" Laith grinned, plopping himself onto the edge of the bed. "The Knights of Askalan bailed you out! That Blue Knight you helped? He testified that you saved people, and that you fought bravely, he mentioned all that heroic stuff you did. So, congrats! We’re taking you under our wing now." Ali’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but suspicion lingered. "Under your wing? What does that mean?" "Means we’re keeping an eye on you," Laith said with a shrug. "Just to make sure you’re not some sneaky spy or something. But hey, better than rotting in a cell, right?" A wave of relief washed over Ali. "So… I can go home?" Laith nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! You’re free to go. Just don’t do anything too suspicious, or the higher-ups might change their minds." Ali exhaled, the weight on his chest finally lifting. "Thank you." "Don’t thank me," Laith said, hopping to his feet. "Thank the Blue Knight and your own dumb bravery." With a playful salute, he headed for the door. "See you around, Ali!" As the door clicked shut behind Laith, Ali allowed himself a small, hopeful smile. Maybe things would be okay after all. __ The moment Ali stepped through the front door, his family rushed to him his mother pulling him into a tight embrace, his father gripping his shoulder with relief, his younger siblings clinging to his arms with excited chatter. "We were so worried!" his mother said, her voice trembling. "When they told us you were taken by the Knights association I thought you would get in trouble." "I’m okay," Ali reassured her, forcing a smile. "Just a few bruises. Nothing serious." But even as his family celebrated his return, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The Knight Association had let him go, but he knew they were still monitoring him. The thought made his skin prickle. --- A Few Days Later Ali sat in the living room when the doorbell rang. His friends—Karim and Fadi stood outside, their faces a mix of curiosity and excitement. "You’re alive!" Karim grinned, punching Ali’s shoulder lightly. "We heard you went full hero mode out there!" Fadi crossed his arms, eyes sharp. "Yeah, about that. What happened, Ali? One minute we’re running for our lives, the next you’re in some crazy armor fighting Ghouls?" Ali hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. How much could he really say? Fadi, always the quiet one, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, we’ve got your back. You saved us. We’re not gonna judge." Ali let out a slow breath. They deserved the truth. "Okay," he said, lowering his voice. "But you can’t tell anyone. Not yet." His friends nodded, leaning in. "I don’t know how it happened," Ali admitted. "We were in our graduation ceremony, then suddenly the Ghouls attacked us, we ran for our life and the... The Ghouls killed you both, and they killed my family too, I was cornered by them and scared, then suddenly a screen told me that I could start the day over and get an armor, that armor… it just appeared when I needed it. Like it chose me. And the Ghouls, I wanted to take revenge and destroy them after witnessing what they did I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing." Fadi's eyes widened. "So you’re like… a Knight now?" "Not officially," Ali said quickly. "The Knight Association is still watching me. They don’t fully trust me yet." Karim whistled. "Well, we trust you. And we’re proud of you, man." Fadi nodded. "You risked your life for us. Thank you." Ali smiled, warmth spreading through his chest. "I’d do it again." From the kitchen, his mother called, "Ali, who’s there?" "Just my friends!" he called back before lowering his voice again. "My parents don’t know yet. I’ll tell them… when I’m ready." Karim smirked. "Better sooner than later. Your mom’s gonna find out when you start bringing home a glowing sword for dinner." The group laughed, the tension easing. For now, at least, Ali wasn’t alone. And that made all the difference. The living room was alive with laughter as Ali’s friends lounged around, swapping jokes and reliving old memories. Karim was in the middle of an exaggerated retelling of their school days, hands flying wildly as Fadi rolled his eyes. For the first time in days, he felt normal again. His family was safe, his friends were here, and despite everything, the world hadn’t ended. "Remember when Ali tried to fix the school’s projector and nearly electrocuted himself?" Karim grinned, elbowing him. "Hey, it worked afterward!" Ali protested, laughing. "After three teachers had to pry you off the floor," Fadi teased. Karim shook his head. "And now here you are, fighting Ghouls in magic armor. Life’s weird." The mention of it made Ali pause, but the usual tension didn’t follow. Instead, a strange sense of resolve settled over him. He had always admired the Knights of Askalan—their courage, their strength, the way they stood between humanity and the darkness. As a kid, he daydreamed about joining them, wearing their sigil, being one of the heroes who kept the world safe. And now? Now he had fought. He stood his ground. "You think they’ll actually let you train with them?" Fadi asked, more serious now. Ali shrugged. "I don’t know. But if they do… I want to try." Karim whistled. "Ali, office worker by day, monster slayer by night. Got a nice ring to it." "Assuming I survive training," Ali muttered. Fadi gave him a knowing look. "You will. You’ve got the stubbornness for it." Ali exhaled, staring at his hands. A part of him was still scared. He was supposed to graduate, get a steady job in tech engineering, and live a quiet life. Not fight Ghouls. Not wearing armor that appeared out of nowhere. Not step into a world where every shadow could be a threat. But another part of him, the part that had stood his ground when it mattered, whispered that maybe this was where he was meant to be. "Whatever comes next," he said finally, meeting their eyes, "I’ll face it." Fadi smirked. "Spoken like a true Knight." Karim smirked as well "To Ali, our very own hero." Ali laughed, the weight on his shoulders feeling just a little lighter. Whatever came next, he wouldn’t face it alone. And that made all the difference.Latest Chapter
Chapter 439 The Reckoning
The tunnel beneath the aqueduct was dark and cold, the walls slick with moisture, the air heavy with the smell of ancient stone and decay. Hazem led the way, his flashlight cutting through the darkness, his blade still wet with Ghoul blood. Ali followed close behind, the pendant glowing faintly in his hand, the map burned into his memory.They had been walking for what felt like hours. The tunnel twisted and turned, descending deeper into the earth, the temperature dropping with every step. The symbols on the walls were everywhere now—sanctuary, binding, awakening—carved into the stone by hands that had been dust for centuries."We're close," Ali said. "The chamber should be just ahead."Hazem stopped. "Do you feel that?""Feel what?""The air. It's changing." Hazem's hand tightened on his blade. "He's here."The tunnel opened into a vast chamber—natural, ancient, lit by a faint phosphorescent glow that seemed to come from the walls themselves. At the center of the chamber stood an al
Chapter 438 The Gauntlet
The aqueduct was in sight. Hazem could see it through the haze of dust and shadow—ancient stone arches rising against the darkening sky, the entrance to the tunnel that would lead them beneath Al-Qasr. Ali ran beside him, the pendant clutched in his hand, his breath ragged but his legs still pumping.They were close. So close.And then the sky darkened.Not with clouds. With wings.Hazem looked up and felt his blood run cold. Dozens of them. Flying Ghouls—leathery wings, razor claws, eyes that burned with hunger. They descended from the cliffs above, screeching, their shadows swallowing the last of the fading light."They found us," Ali said."They were waiting for us."Hazem drew his blade, standing between Ali and the approaching swarm. "Keep running. Don't stop. I'll hold them.""You can't hold all of them!""I can try."The first Ghoul dove. Hazem swung his blade, catching it across the chest. It fell, screeching, but two more took its place. Then three more. Then a dozen.Ali ran
Chapter 437 The Road to Al-Qasr
The road to Al-Qasr stretched through the desert like a scar across the earth. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and red, casting long shadows across the dunes. Hazem drove, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Ali sat beside him, the pendant in his hand, the ancient map displayed on his tablet."Twenty kilometers," Ali said. "The tunnel entrance is near the old aqueduct. If the map is accurate, we can get inside without being seen.""The map is accurate," Hazem replied. "It has to be."Ali looked at him. "You trust Antar?""I trust that he wants Labib dead as much as we do. That's enough for now."The road curved, winding through a narrow pass between two rocky outcroppings. Hazem slowed, his eyes scanning the terrain."We're close," he said. "The aqueduct should be just beyond this pass."And then the car stopped.Not because Hazem hit the brakes. Because something was standing in the middle of the road.Hazem's foot slammed on the pedal, but the car did
Chapter 436 The Walls Hold
The safe house was burning.Flames licked at the eastern wall, casting dancing shadows across the courtyard. Marwan stood in the breach, his sword a blur of steel and fury, cutting down soldier after soldier. But there were too many. They kept coming. Wave after wave, relentless, unstoppable."Laith!" Marwan shouted over the chaos. "How many are left?"Laith appeared beside him, his face streaked with blood, his breathing ragged. "Too many. They're not stopping. They're not even slowing down.""They want the ghoul. They'll burn this place to the ground to get him.""Then we burn with it."Marwan almost smiled. Almost. "That's the spirit."---Inside the safe house, Hadi was coordinating the defense, his voice strained but steady. The wounded were being moved to the basement, the only place that still offered any protection. Haitham moved among them, binding wounds, offering quiet words of comfort."How much longer?" Hadi asked.Haitham didn't look up. "As long as we can hold.""That's
Chapter 435 The Race Against Darkness
The underground warehouse hummed with urgency. Ali's fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code scrolling across multiple screens. Behind him, Professor Riyad pored over ancient texts, comparing symbols, cross-referencing translations. Fadi coordinated with the safe house through a secure audio link, his voice calm but clipped. "The convoy is five minutes out," Fadi reported. "Hazem has positioned the defenders. Marwan is covering the eastern approach. Laith has the west. Haitham is inside with Antar." Ali didn't look up from his work. "And Hadi?" "Arguing with Hazem about letting the ghoul fight." "That sounds like Hadi." The pendant lay on a specialized scanner beside Ali's workstation, its surface glowing faintly under the ultraviolet light. The symbol on it—the ancient Ghoul word for "peace"—seemed to pulse with its own rhythm, as if it were alive. "Professor," Ali said, "the frequency patterns you're seeing. Do they match anything in the texts?" Riyad adjusted h
Chapter 434 The General's Secret
The basement was cold, but Antar had stopped feeling cold centuries ago. He sat against the wall, his chains pooled in his lap, his dark eyes fixed on the single light bulb that flickered overhead. The sounds of the safe house filtered down through the concrete—footsteps, muffled voices, the occasional scrape of furniture. Life. Normal life . The kind of life he had been denied for so long that he had almost forgotten what it sounded like.The door opened. Hazem descended the stairs, a small plate in his hands. On it was a piece of raw meat—lamb, by the look of it, still glistening, still fresh from the butcher.Antar's nostrils flared. His mouth watered despite himself. He hadn't eaten in days. Not since they brought him here. He needed meat. Raw meat. Blood. The way his kind had always eaten."What is this?" Antar asked, his voice hoarse."Dinner." Hazem set the plate on the floor and sat on the crate across from him, keeping his distance. "I know Ghouls don't eat cooked food. Only
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