Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 31

The hesitation rippled outward like a crack in glass.

Far beyond the city, watchers faltered mid-ritual. Old alliances trembled. Names once whispered with certainty now tasted uncertain on ancient tongues.

Below the rave club, beneath pounding bass and laughing strangers, the sanctum shifted to accommodate the weight of two queens standing side by side.