2025-05-06 18:58:57When Ali and Laith arrived at the headquarter of the Knights of Askalan group he was expecting a hall or luxurious fancy building. Instead they were hanging out in a normal building, it looked more like an office than a headquarter.
Laith gathered everyone to introduce them to Ali. Hazim their leader was tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing amber eyes and a mane of dark red hair—stepped forward first. His presence commanded attention, and a faint smirk played on his lips as he extended a gauntleted hand. "Welcome, Ali," Hazim said, his voice deep and steady. "I am Hazim, leader of the Knights of Askalan. I'm also known as The Red Phoenix." Ali clasped his forearm firmly. "It’s an honor." Next came Haitham, a mountain of a man with scars tracing his arms and a battle-worn face. He crossed his arms, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Haitham. The Fearless Knight as they call me" He gave a single nod. "Prove yourself, and you’ll have no fiercer ally." Ali met his gaze. "I intend to." A lean figure with sharp, calculating eyes stepped forward—Hadi. His voice was quiet but carried weight. "I'm Hadi. The Sharp Knight" He studied Ali for a moment before adding, "Strategy wins battles as much as strength. Remember that." Malik, the blue-armored knight who had saved Ali, smirked and clapped him on the shoulder. "You already know me, I'm Malik, The Blue Knight. Glad you made it" Laith, the youngest, darted forward with a flash of yellow armor. "And I’m Laith, I'm known as the Yellow Lightning Knight!" he declared, grinning. "Fastest in Askalan. Try to keep up!" Ali chuckled. "I’ll do my best." Last came Marwan, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief beneath his hood. He leaned against a pillar, arms crossed. "I'm Marwan. The Unpredictable Knight," he said. "Former thief, current headache, or so they tell me." He smirked. "But I’ve got a knack for surviving. You’ll learn a thing or two from me." Hazim raised his voice, addressing the group. "From this day forward, Ali is one of us. With his white armor and unyielding spirit, he shall be known as The White-Armored Knight!" The knights cheered, raising their fists in unison. Ali felt the weight of the moment, the beginning of a new chapter, a brotherhood forged in battle and purpose. Malik leaned in with a grin. "Ready to make history, White Knight?" Ali smiled, gripping the hilt of his sword. "More than ready." ___ After the meeting, Laith and Malik led Ali to the training grounds—a high-tech facility filled with holographic combat simulations, agility courses, and strength-testing equipment. The walls were lined with sleek monitors displaying performance metrics, and the air hummed with energy. “This is where we push our limits,” Laith said, gesturing to the expansive space. “Everyone trains here to hone their skills.” Ali’s eyes widened as he took it all in. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Malik smirked. “You’ll get used to it. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.” They started with basic combat drills, Malik demonstrating how to activate the holographic opponents. Ali watched closely as a digital warrior materialized in front of him, poised to strike. “Just like in a real fight,” Malik instructed. “But here, the system tracks your speed, power, and reaction time.” Ali nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s do this.” The first few rounds were rough, Ali took hits, stumbled, and overextended. But with each attempt, he adjusted, his movements becoming sharper. Laith offered pointers while Malik pushed him harder, increasing the difficulty. “Good,” Laith said as Ali dodged a swift kick from the hologram. “You’re adapting fast.” “Faster than most,” Malik admitted, arms crossed. “But let’s see how you handle endurance.” They switched to a grueling obstacle course, testing Ali’s stamina. He pushed through, lungs burning, muscles protesting, but he didn’t stop. When he finally crossed the finish line, sweat-drenched and panting, the screen flashed with his updated stats. [Durability: +5] [Speed: +4 ] [Endurance: +6 ] [You've Level Up!] Ali grinned, catching his breath. “Not bad, huh?” Laith clapped him on the back. “Not bad at all. You’ve got potential.” Malik gave an approving nod. “Keep training like this, and you’ll be ready for anything.” As Ali studied his improved stats, he felt a surge of confidence. This was just the beginning.
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Chapter 473 The First Battle
The village was small, tucked away in the hills near the border. It was the kind of place that time had forgotten—a handful of stone houses, a small mosque, and fields of olive trees that had been tended by the same families for generations. But tonight, it was a battlefield.Sami crouched behind a low wall, his blade drawn, his heart pounding in his chest. Beside him, Samir was motionless, his eyes fixed on the shadows that moved beyond the village's edge."There are at least a dozen of them," Samir whispered. "Maybe more."Sami nodded, his grip tightening on his blade. "We've trained for this. We're ready."But the younger recruits behind them were not ready. Their faces were pale, their hands trembling, their eyes wide with fear. It was their first time seeing real Ghouls—not holograms, not training dummies, but the real thing. The monsters that had haunted their nightmares were now standing before them, their claws glinting in the moonlight.Sami turned to them, his voice calm but
Chapter 472 The New Guard
The sun rose over the hills of Askalan, casting its golden light across the training grounds of the Knights Academy. The facility was modest, a few buildings, a large courtyard, and rows of training dummies that had seen better days but it was home. It was where the next generation of Knights was being forged.Marwan stood at the center of the courtyard, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the young recruits who were running laps around the perimeter. They were young, eager, and full of energy. They reminded him of himself, once. A lifetime ago."Faster!" he shouted. "The Ghouls won't wait for you to catch your breath!"The recruits pushed harder, their feet pounding against the dirt. Marwan watched them with a critical eye, noting their form, their endurance, their determination.Sami and Samir were among them, leading the pack. They had grown into young men, they were strong, disciplined, and committed. They trained alongside the new recruits, setting an example, pushing themselves
Chapter 471 The Legacy
The new branch of Askalan Technologies stood in the heart of Jerusalem, a sleek building of glass and steel that caught the morning light like a beacon. The sign above the entrance read: "Noor Technologies: A Branch of Askalan Technologies." The letters were elegant, gold against white, a quiet tribute to the daughter who had changed everything.Ali stood at the entrance, his daughter Noor in his arms. She was older now, her eyes bright with curiosity, her chubby hands reaching for the shiny letters on the sign. Haneen stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, her face glowing with pride."This is it," Ali said, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "This is for you, Noor. One day, this will be your company. And you'll be the best CEO this world has ever seen."Noor gurgled happily, her tiny fingers grabbing at his collar. Ali laughed, kissing her forehead."And even if you don't want to work," he continued, his voice warm and teasing, "I'll take care of everything. I'll still
Chapter 470 The Foundation
The building was modest, a small storefront in the heart of the old city, with a simple sign above the door. It read: "The Hadi Foundation: Justice for All." The paint was still fresh, the windows still clean, and the smell of new wood and fresh paint filled the air.Hazim stood at the entrance, his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the sign. It had taken months to get here, months of planning, fundraising, and building. But now it was real. It was finally real.Ali appeared beside him, his face tired but his eyes bright. "It looks good.""It looks perfect." Hazim's voice was soft, almost reverent. "Hadi would have loved it.""He would have." Ali placed a hand on his shoulder. "He would have been proud of you. Of all of us."Hazim nodded slowly. "I hope so."---The opening ceremony was simple, but meaningful.Hadi's mother stood at the center of the small crowd, her hand resting on her heart, her eyes wet with tears. She was surrounded by the Knights—Hazim, Ali, Laith, Haitham,
Chapter 469 The Gathering
Hadi's mother sat in her worn armchair, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the photograph on the wall—her son, her husband, her family, all gone now.Hazim stood in the doorway, his heart heavy. He had been coming here every day, bringing food, sitting with her, offering what comfort he could. But no matter what he did, he knew it was never enough."Auntie," he said softly. "I've brought some company."Ali stepped forward, his face gentle, his voice warm. "May we come in?"She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her face etched with grief. "Of course. Please. Sit."They filed in, Hazim, Ali, Laith, Haitham, and Marwan. They brought food, flowers, and the quiet presence of people who cared.They sat with her for hours. They talked about Hadi—his childhood, his laughter, his dreams. They shared stories of his bravery, his kindness, his unwavering commitment to justice.Hadi's mother listened, her eyes wet, her hands trembling."He was always like that," she said, her voice soft
Chapter 468 The Weight of Grief
The small apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilator and the distant murmur of the city outside. Hazim sat by the window, his eyes fixed on nothing, his hands folded in his lap. He had been here for hours, sitting with his grandparents, trying to offer comfort that he knew was never enough.Ali found him there.He didn't say anything at first. He just walked over and sat beside his friend, his presence a quiet offering of solidarity. They sat in silence for a long moment, the weight of everything pressing down on them.Finally, Hazim spoke, his voice barely a whisper."I feel so sorry for Hadi's parents. They lost their only son. They are old, and they have no one. Hadi asked me to take care of them, and I'm trying. But no matter what I do, I know I'll never be a replacement for their precious son."Ali placed a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to be a replacement. You just have to be there. That's all anyone can do."Hazim shook his head slowly. "Haitham
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