The Gathering Storm
The winds carried whispers of war, swirling through the desert like ghosts of the past. Nefertari stood atop the walls of her stronghold, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky darkened with clouds. The storm was coming—both in the heavens and on the battlefield. She could feel it, deep in her bones. Seti was gathering his forces, preparing for the final assault that would either break her defenses or end his reign of terror once and for all.
Her people moved below, the sound of armor being fitted and swords sharpened echoing through the camp. There was an unspoken tension in the air, a shared understanding that the coming days would test them beyond anything they had faced before. But Nefertari’s heart was steady, her mind sharp. She had faced impossible odds before, and she had always found a way to survive.