Chapter 117: A Gathering Darkness

The day after the battle against the scarab horde, Valoran's people worked tirelessly to repair their defenses and prepare for the coming plagues. The destruction wrought by the Pharaoh's curse had left scars, not just on the walls but on the hearts of those who had fought to protect their home. James stood atop the battlements, watching the horizon as a new storm brewed, its swirling clouds an ominous blend of blood red and pitch black.

As the early morning light broke over Valoran, the aftermath of the previous night's battle was evident. The once-pristine walls of the city were now scarred with deep gashes from the colossal scarabs, and the bodies of both soldiers and enemies littered the desert sands outside.