Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 34

Dust settled slowly through the sanctum, drifting like ash through neon-tinted air. The hole blown into the west wall breathed cold night into the chamber, carrying distant city sounds—sirens, laughter, engines—reminding them how thin the line was between the hidden world and the one above.

The surviving hunters trembled where they knelt, drained of strength and certainty. Their chants had died.…