Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 35

The sanctum did not linger in silence long.

Once the last echoes of the failed ambush faded, movement replaced stillness. Purpose flowed through the room like a tide turning—quiet, inevitable, unstoppable.

Bianca stood before the city-heart projection, studying the three glowing locations. Each pulsed differently: one sharp and volatile, one cold and patient, and one… ancient, buried deep…