Chapter 105: The Fall of Resheph

The storm above the ziggurat roiled one last time as Resheph's skeletal form began to shift, his translucent armor cracking and falling away like shattered glass. A dark, pulsating energy surged from the remnants of the obelisks, snaking its way back toward him as if the curse itself was trying to keep him alive. The storm clouds turned a sickly shade of green, and the air thickened with the stench of decay.

James tightened his grip on his glowing blade, stepping forward with measured determination. "No more games, Resheph. This ends now."

The Pharaoh straightened, his skeletal visage flickering between solid bone and the ethereal shadow that had given him form. His voice, once commanding and unyielding, now carried a note of desperation. "Fools! You cannot stop what has been set in motion. Even if you destroy me, the curse will endure."