Behind the thunder of battle, the royal advisor disappeared into the ancient temple.

She wasn't running from the Destroyer.

She was running toward Egypt's last hope.

Hidden for centuries between the sacred columns rested two forgotten relics—a shield blessed by the gods and a sword forged for the first Pharaoh. They had never been meant for ordinary warriors. They were created for the day when darkness would return.

Dust swirled through the silent chamber as the advisor reached the ancient altar.

There they were.

Untouched by time.

She carefully lifted the shield into one hand and gripped the legendary sword with the other.

For a brief moment, both relics began to glow with a faint golden light, as if recognizing that their true purpose had finally come.

Outside, the sound of the battle grew louder.

The Pharaoh was still fighting...

But he was running out of time.

Without hesitation, the royal advisor turned and sprinted back toward the battlefield.

If she arrived too late...

There would be no Pharaoh left to save.

To Be Continued...