Nectu looked at the men in front of him. “Both of you...” he sighed and gripped on his hand, then slammed the table. “How can they escape!?”
The guards in front of them jolted and their bodies trembling. “W-we...” Nectu took a deep breath and sighed.
“It’s Kenu, right? He betrayed all of us!” Nectu voice cold and detached. He looked at his cat, Janika, and sighed. “My Majesty...”
Janika stretches her muscle, then grooms herself. Nectu scoffed and looked at his two guards.
“Are you from the west, John?” Nectu asked the blonde guard.
“Y-yes, Pharaoh. I’m from the west.” He spoke.
Nectu rubbed his chin and thought. He leaned his back on his chair and looked at the display case on the corner of his room. “Alright. Dismissed.” Nectu opened the display case, then took out the urn.
He put the urn and closed his eyes. He concentrates and casts a spell. “brng z dad tu lif (bring the dead to life).” Nectu, then put his blood on the jar.