The darkness was never afraid. Until now. From Moscow to Mexico, underworld empires vanished without sound. No war. No blood left behind. Just silence. And a single mark burned into the walls where crime once ruled. A black hand over a dying sun. They called him many names. But now, they whisper only one.
Soul Slayer.
He didn't kill. He erased. Every soul taken made him stronger. And now he was becoming something even the shadows couldn't hide from. Beneath the frozen catacombs of London, the Tribunal gathered. Twelve seats. Twelve rulers. One silence. The elder among them placed a trembling hand on the table. "We created death. But what he brings... is beyond death." Another added, "If he continues, there will be no world left to rule." Then came the voice of the one who feared nothing... now whispering. "Send a message." All heads turned. "To who?" "To the one we once tried to kill. To the one who no longer hides behind a mask. To the god we awakened. To MRD." And for the first time in history... the Tribunal asked for help.
The sea was quiet. The wind calm. Inside the palace, Rayyan reviewed files when Sirius' voice broke the silence. "Encrypted message. Tribunal origin. Marked 'For MRD Only.'" Rayyan raised a brow. Mirshad walked in, sipping his evening tea. "Bad news?" Rayyan asked. Mirshad took the tablet, read the message. His eyes narrowed, but his lips curled into a quiet smile. "Tell the Reapers to halt all underworld operations." "Wait, what?" "They invited us." Amir, now stepping in, frowned. "Sounds like a trap." Mirshad turned his gaze to them, voice calm but unshakable. "Then none of them will leave alive."
Beneath Istanbul, a bunker built before any map knew its name. They arrived. The Tribunal. The oldest mafia dons. Dark mages. Exiled warlords. Every nightmare the world had forgotten. All seated. All silent. Then the doors opened. He walked in. Mirshad. No mask. No guards. Only fire behind calm eyes. Rayyan followed. Two Reapers. No words spoken. All eyes locked on him.
He stopped at the table. Looked around. "So," he said, voice low but echoing. "The kings of fear now fear something greater." One of the mafia lords stood. "We tried to break you once. We failed. And now... we need you." A dark magician added, "He's not a man. Not a god. He is void. A walking extinction." Mirshad said nothing. He slowly walked to the center. Laid his hands on the table. "I didn't come here for apologies. I came for the truth. What do you know about the Soul Slayer?"