The Arrogant Seth

At the same time Yassir and Sara had arrived in South Africa, another pair had reached their destination. The icy wind of northern Norway swept across the snow-covered terrain as Neith and Zhilan descended from the aircraft. The sight before them was imposing: a silver tower rising like a needle against the gray sky, identical to the others. Around the base of the tower, hundreds of soldiers moved in perfect synchrony, standing in formation. Each was equipped with advanced weapons and armor that gleamed in the faint light.

Neith observed the scene calmly, her eyes analyzing every detail, while Zhilan, at her side, smiled with almost childlike excitement.

"Finally, some action," said Zhilan, stretching her arms as her aura began to intensify.