The underground chamber was alive with celebration.
Laughter. Music. Cheers.
The team, after three years, was finally stepping out of the shadows—not as fugitives, but as architects of the impossible.
They had created something more than a warrior.
They had created a force that could rewrite history.
In the midst of the celebration, one man was missing.
Mirshad.
He sat alone in the chamber, his hands trembling.
Faisal entered, holding a phone.
The screen was already lit up.
Dialing: Shaji.
Mirshad's eyes fell on the name.
Faisal placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"This is the moment, son. You have to face this. They've been waiting."
Mirshad swallowed hard.
He had fought battles. He had survived the impossible.
But this…
This was different.
Faisal looked at him one last time, then turned to the others.
"Everyone, out."
Sara's sister hesitated. "Mirshad isn't coming?"
Faisal nodded. "He will. But right now, he needs to reopen a wound."
The team left, closing the chamber door behind them.
Outside, they celebrated.
Inside…
Mirshad hesitated.
His hands shook.
His mind screamed.
Would they even recognize him?
Would they accept him?
His face—no longer the same.
His body—unrecognizable.
The moment had come.
He pressed CALL.
The phone rang.
And rang.
And rang.
No answer.
His heart sank.
He tried again.
The call connected.
His screen lit up.
His sister.
She froze.
Not in recognition—but in disbelief.
Mirshad exhaled deeply. "Hello… how are you?"
Her voice was hesitant. "…I'm good… but who is this?"
The words stabbed him.
Sara's sister glanced back into the chamber.
"Mirshad is crying."
Faisal remained still.
"Let him."
Inside, Mirshad's chest tightened.
Before he could reply, another voice entered the call.
His father.
"Who's calling?"
His sister handed him the phone.
His father looked at the screen.
Then, the words Mirshad feared the most.
"Who are you?"
His entire body felt numb.
The tears he had controlled for three years couldn't be held back anymore.
Outside, Sara's sister gasped.
"His tears… they're different."
Faisal clenched his fists.
Inside, Mirshad couldn't breathe.
His father's voice softened. "Son… why are you crying?"
Mirshad swallowed hard.
Then, with a trembling voice…
"Papa… did you forget me?"
Silence.
His father's face froze.
His breath hitched. His fingers trembled.
His voice cracked. "Mirshad… son… is it really you?"
Tears flooded his father's eyes.
Mirshad nodded. "Yes, Papa. It's me."
From the kitchen, his mother appeared.
"Did you just say… Mirshad?"
Her voice shook.
His father handed her the phone.
She saw him.
Her body shook.
Her lips quivered.
She covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing her sobs.
"Are you… really my Mirshad?"
Mirshad's voice cracked. "Yes, Maa… I'm still your son."
She broke down.
Loud cries. Tears. A mother seeing her son after three years of believing he was lost.
His father exhaled, trying to control his emotions.
"Faisal said he would upgrade you, but I never imagined… this."
A faint smile broke through Mirshad's pain.
"So, Papa… do you like my upgrade?"
His father laughed through his tears. "I thought I was looking at an angel."
More laughter.
His sister wiped her tears. "Brother… you really look like an angel."
Mirshad smirked. "Or maybe your eyes are broken."
Laughter filled the house.
Then, his mother asked. "Where have you been all this time?"
Mirshad paused.
How could he explain?
His father's voice softened. "Son… when are you coming home?"
Mirshad clenched his jaw. "Soon, Papa. I promise. But first… I have things to finish."
His mother frowned. "What things?"
His father sighed. "He can't say now. But he will tell us soon."
Mirshad whispered. "I love you all. More than anything."
His mother exhaled shakily. "Then promise me one thing."
"Anything."
"Stay alive."
Mirshad hung up.
For a moment, he sat there.
Then…
Tears fell.
Not just tears.
A storm.
He buried his face in his hands. Sobbing.
And then—
The earth trembled.
The underground shook.
The alarms blared.
The entire world felt it.
Malik's phone lit up. "Earthquake alert!"
News updates flooded the screen.
Disasters reported worldwide.
Faisal's eyes widened.
Then, he looked inside the chamber.
Mirshad was shaking.
His body was glowing faintly.
Sara's sister gasped. "He's crying…"
Faisal ran into the chamber.
"Son! Stop! You're destroying everything!"
Mirshad didn't hear.
His pain had become power.
The entire universe was reacting to his grief.
Sara's sister moved forward.
Her voice was shaky but firm. "You are not alone."
She slowly touched his hand.
At that moment—
A vision flashed in her mind.
The universe.
Galaxies.
A throne.
Millions kneeling before Mirshad, their god.
She gasped.
Then, Mirshad… stopped.
The shaking ended.
His eyes opened—a deep galaxy swirling inside them.
He exhaled.
Then, he noticed—
Sara's sister was hugging him.
Her eyes were wet.
She suddenly ran to the side, shaken.
Faisal approached carefully.
"Son… are you okay?"
Mirshad nodded.
"I need to be alone."
He grabbed a cigarette from the table and walked outside.
The others watched in silence.
Then, a scientist ran in.
He held a tablet, showing live data.
"The universe is connected to him."
Faisal's expression darkened. "What do you mean?"
The scientist swallowed hard.
"Every earthquake. Every disaster. Every disturbance… was caused by his emotions."
The room fell silent.
Sara's sister whispered. "When I touched him… I saw something."
Faisal's eyes narrowed. "What did you see?"
She trembled.
"I saw the entire universe… kneeling before him."
Faisal's hands tightened into fists.
He turned, looking at Mirshad from afar—
His body radiating light.
A god, not yet awakened.