In the scorching sands of Egypt, where the ancient pyramids stood as silent sentinels, there lurked a terror far more sinister than any mummy's curse. The Great Sphinx, that enigmatic guardian of Giza, was said to hold a dark secret—a secret that whispered through the dunes and echoed in the nightmares of those who dared …
—silence followed. Not the peaceful kind, but a stunned, ringing void, as if the world itself had drawn a sharp breath and forgotten how to release it. When sound returned, it came as falling stone. Dust rained from the fractured ceiling. Shattered sigils smoldered across the floor, their magic spent. The hurricane of shadows had …