Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 32

The bass above them deepened, slower now, heavier—like a heartbeat settling into rhythm after a sudden sprint. Lights flickered through the cracks in the ceiling, washing the sanctum in pulses of red and violet that danced across Bianca and Nia alike, as if the night itself refused to choose between them.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Two queens stood in the center of the chamber, and the air…