Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 33

The warning came too late to matter.

One moment the sanctum hummed with quiet focus—the next, the west wall detonated inward in a violent roar of flame and shattered stone.

Concrete screamed. Ancient glyphs flared white-hot as the shockwave tore through the chamber, dust and debris spiraling into the air like a storm given teeth. The bass from above stuttered for half a beat, then resumed,…