Desert Assassins

Desert Assassins

The relentless desert sun bore down on Nefertari’s convoy as they wound their way through the endless sea of sand dunes. The heat was oppressive, the air thick and dry, each breath feeling like an effort. But Nefertari remained undeterred. She led her group with the quiet determination that had earned her the loyalty of her people. Every step they took brought them closer to the stronghold where they hoped to regroup and plan their next move against Seti.

But as they pressed on, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of Nefertari’s mind. The desert was too quiet, the stillness unsettling. She scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement, but saw nothing except the shimmering waves of heat. Despite the calm, her instincts told her something was wrong.

Imhotep, riding beside her, seemed to sense it too. “Something isn’t right,” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of the horses’ hooves in the sand.