Tariq swayed within the stifling darkness, breathing in the air so damp it felt as if the walls themselves were sweating with fear.
The air screamed without a sound, pierced only by the scattered echo of his footsteps as he teetered between standing and falling—fighting phantoms that had no form until they suddenly materialized in the faces of Malik and Dima.
His blind kicks tore through the blackness, striking nothing but the swirling emptiness that coiled around him like a living vortex,
while countless phantom eyes multiplied in every corner, flashing and vanishing like shards from hell.
He screamed with a hoarse, desperate rage, a voice that crackled like thunder in the void:
"Come on... come at me!
I'll tear you all apart!
I am the Attorney General of the Supreme Court...
I'll
