The name Nasra Hadid echoed throughout the empire like that of an undefeated warrior, a rightful heir to his lineage, a commander who never wavered. A man sculpted by war.

But titles were only shadows of what he truly was.

Because before he became the feared general of the Arab Imperial Army, before he earned the respect of his men and the fear of his enemies, Nasra had been a man in love.

He had grown up alongside her, sharing training, victories, and scars. But what began as an unbreakable bond turned into a love that burned as fiercely as the desert sun. A love that made him dream of something beyond duty, beyond blood and steel.

And then, one day... she disappeared.

No words. No explanation. As if she had never existed.

Her abandonment shattered him. It turned him into the war beast that all feared. If she was dead, then nothing in this world could break him.

But years passed, and whispers spread.

A masked warrior, a phantom in the shadows, fighting against the empire. Someone who moved just like her.

Nasra dismissed the idea. He refused to believe it.

Until he saw her.

Until his sword shattered that mask and revealed the face he had never been able to forget.

And for the first time in his life, Nasra Hadid didn’t know what to do.