The Prophecy’s Edge

The Prophecy’s Edge

The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the stone walls of the temple as Nefertari stood at its center, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been here before, years ago, seeking guidance from the gods and hope from the ancient texts. The prophecy she had learned of as a child had carried her through the darkest of times, promising her rise as the savior of her people, as the queen who would restore her kingdom to glory.

But now, as she stood in the quiet temple, the very air heavy with the weight of forgotten secrets, Nefertari knew there was more to the prophecy than she had ever been told.

The memory of the battle from the night before still lingered in her mind—the warrior with the scarab, the face from her past. He had returned not as a ghost but as a living nightmare, reminding her that not all battles could be won with a sword. There were forces far darker, far older, at play.