The room was thick with silence, the weight of Rayyan's words pressing down like a heavy storm cloud.
Sara's hands trembled slightly as she wiped her eyes. The man she had known as Baba — the quiet guardian who cooked for them, protected them, cared for them like his own — was not just Baba anymore.
He was Faisal.
The ghost who once ruled the world from the shadows.
Jabir swallowed hard, his voice breaking the silence.
"Baba… you're not just Baba anymore, are you? You're Faisal… the Faisal. The ghost."
Faisal leaned back against the wall, his expression unreadable. "That man died a long time ago."
Sara shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.
"No… that man's sitting right in front of us."
The silence returned — until Faisal's voice sliced through it like a cold blade.
"Rayyan…"
Rayyan's eyes locked onto his brother's, sensing what was coming.
"Since the day I left," Faisal said softly, "since I disappeared… who has been hunting me?"
Rayyan took a breath, stepping forward. His voice was steady, but his eyes carried the weight of a thousand unsaid things.
"Do you really think Malik and Amir would betray you like that?"
Faisal's fists clenched — shame already flickering behind his eyes.
"I don't know what to believe anymore."
Rayyan stepped closer, his voice calm but sharp.
"And do you think John was hired by our brothers?"
Faisal didn't answer.
Rayyan's voice dropped lower, like thunder before the storm.
"It wasn't them, Faisal."
Faisal's breath caught in his throat.
Rayyan's next words shattered everything.
"It was Daniel's son."
The air left Faisal's lungs, his body frozen for a moment. His mind raced, rewinding every step, every betrayal, every attack.
"Daniel's son…" Faisal whispered, the words like poison on his tongue.
"He's been watching you since the moment you left," Rayyan continued. "But he didn't just want to kill you. He wanted you to believe Malik and Amir were the ones hunting you."
Faisal's jaw tightened, his breathing sharp and uneven.
"He made you doubt your own brothers," Rayyan said softly. "Because he knew… if the bond between us broke, there would be no one left to save you."
Faisal's head dropped for a moment, his fingers curling into fists. His voice, when it came, was raw.
"I… I doubted them." His voice cracked. "I doubted my brother's . I believed they wanted to kill me. And all this time… they were innocent."
Rayyan placed a hand on Faisal's shoulder.
"They never stopped being your brothers, Faisal. Even when they were lost… they were still yours."
Faisal wiped his face with his hand, the weight of guilt heavy in his chest.
"I need to see them."
Rayyan smiled faintly.
"You don't need to look far."
Faisal's brow furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
Rayyan stepped back, raising his voice.
"Come forward."
The door to the hospital hallway slowly opened.
Two men, fully masked in Rayyan's elite black tactical gear, stepped inside. They moved silently, their presence radiating danger — but there was something familiar about the way they stood, side by side, like they always had.
The two men reached for their masks — and as they slowly removed them, Faisal's heart stopped.
Malik. Ameer.
Changed.
But still… his brothers.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Then Faisal took a step forward, his voice shaking.
"My brothers…"
Malik, always the louder one, took a step forward too.
"We never stopped being your brothers, Faisal."
Ameer's voice was quieter, but just as strong.
"We tried to find you. We tried to understand why you left us."
Faisal's voice cracked.
"I thought you… I thought you wanted me dead."
Malik shook his head.
"We wanted answers, not your blood."
Ameer's eyes were damp, but his smile was real.
"Rayyan made us understand… you didn't leave because you betrayed us. You left to save yourself — and her."
Malik's voice softened.
"And now we know… you also left to protect us. To cut off the poison so we could live."
Faisal's fists slowly unclenched.
"We were four brothers. Four pieces of one soul. I broke that."
Malik stepped forward, placing his hand on Faisal's shoulder.
"No. You just gave us time to understand. But now…"
Ameer stepped beside them.
"We're back together."
Rayyan stood behind them, arms crossed, smiling softly.
"The ghosts of the past?" Faisal whispered.
"No." Malik grinned.
"The kings of the future."
Faisal's heart pounded, the weight of the world resting on their shoulders — but this time, it didn't feel heavy.
Because they were together.
The Four Kings. The Four Brothers.
No more doubts. No more shadows.
Just blood. Loyalty. And a war waiting for them.