The world had once seemed so simple to Mounir. A young man of 25, driven by ambition and the hope of a better future, he had lived a life that many could only dream of. He had been an engineer in the bustling city of Casablanca, working tirelessly to prove his worth in a world that often overlooked the talents of people like him. Born in a small town, Mounir had always believed that the city held the key to his future, to the success that would eventually allow him to care for his ailing father and live a life free from the weight of poverty.
Yet, as the sun set over the horizon that fateful evening, casting its orange glow over the city, Mounir felt an inexplicable unease settle within him. The familiar hum of the city was no longer comforting. The constant chatter of people, the traffic, the distant sounds of construction—everything seemed to fade into a dull thrum in the back of his mind. It was as though the world around him was on the brink of something... darker.
He didn't know it yet, but the events that would unfold over the coming days were not just a coincidence—they were part of something much larger, something ancient, that had been set in motion long before he had even been born. The seals were breaking.
Mounir's phone buzzed with a new message—a reminder about an interview at a multinational company, one he had been hoping for for months. He had worked hard to secure a chance like this. His palms sweated as he glanced at the message, his mind racing through the possibilities. This could be the opportunity that would change everything, but as he stared at the screen, a strange feeling lingered in his gut. Something was off.
He didn't know that the city was not as safe as it had once appeared. The darkening skies above Casablanca were not merely a change in weather. Beneath the surface of the world, something ancient and terrible was stirring, waiting to break free.
Mounir's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden loud noise—a distant crash that reverberated through the streets. People screamed as dust and debris filled the air. In that moment, the world seemed to tremble beneath his feet. It wasn't just an earthquake. This was something else—something far more ominous. Mounir rushed to the window, his heart pounding in his chest.
In the distance, a massive figure loomed—at least thirty feet tall, with skin as dark as night and eyes glowing with a malevolent red hue. It was a giant, towering over the buildings like a nightmare made flesh. Its presence seemed to distort the air around it, warping the very fabric of reality. The ground shook as the beast moved, causing the city's infrastructure to groan and crack.
Mounir's breath caught in his throat. He had heard stories—tales of giants, of creatures from ancient myths. But he had never believed them to be anything more than fables told to children. This was no myth. This was real. The giant's massive footsteps left deep impressions in the earth as it moved forward, and with each step, the city seemed to crumble just a little more.
Panic spread through the streets like wildfire. People ran, screaming, as buildings collapsed around them. Mounir could hear the distant wail of sirens, but they were powerless against the destructive force that was approaching. There was no escape. No safe place to hide.
And then, the sky itself seemed to tear open.
The ground trembled violently, and a dark rift appeared in the air, widening with an eerie, sucking sound. From this rift, shadowy figures began to emerge—winged beings, their bodies cloaked in darkness, their eyes glowing like embers. Fallen angels, their forms twisted and corrupted by the darkness they had embraced long ago. They were no longer the beings of light they once were. Now, they were harbingers of chaos.
Mounir stumbled backward, his heart racing in his chest. He had never felt true fear before—at least, not like this. As he watched the angels descend from the rift, he understood, for the first time, that everything he had known was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.
"Mounir!" It was his father's voice, calling out from the other room. "Come quickly!"
Without thinking, Mounir rushed to his father's side. His father, weakened by illness and years of hard work, had been confined to a bed for months. But in that moment, there was something different about his eyes—something knowing. As Mounir entered the room, his father looked at him with a grave expression.
"You must leave," his father whispered, his voice hoarse. "You cannot stay here. They are coming for you."
Mounir's chest tightened as his father's words sank in. "What do you mean, 'coming for me'?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
His father's gaze darkened. "The seals have broken. The giants, the angels—they are all part of something much larger. Something you cannot begin to understand yet. You must go now, Mounir. You must run."
Mounir shook his head, confused and frightened. "Where would I go? What is happening?"
His father's hand reached out, grasping Mounir's wrist with surprising strength. "There is a place. A sanctuary. You will find others there. Trust them, Mounir. Trust them, and you will have a chance to survive. But you must leave now."
Before Mounir could respond, the ground trembled again, stronger this time. The building shook, and dust began to fall from the ceiling. The giant's footsteps were closer now, and the angels were descending with terrifying speed.
"Go!" his father urged, his grip tightening. "Go nowand don't look back!"