"Fury didn't send the three of us here without reason." Hill sighed softly. "Natasha, what happened next? Surely the story didn't just end there?"
"The ancient Egyptians believed the prophet. They, too, concluded that En Sabah Nur—Apocalypse—was a False God, because a true god would never bring exploitation and oppression upon their people."
"But even so, they had no power to resist.
"Apocalypse was simply too powerful. Even all of Egypt combined would not have been a match for him.
"They begged the prophet for help, and the prophet generously told them how to defeat Apocalypse.
"While Apocalypse was transferring into a new body, he would fall into a brief sleep, leaving his body completely defenseless. A single small knife would be enough to kill him easily.
"Moreover, the prophet told them that the body Apocalypse intended to take next possessed formidable regenerative abilities.
"Once Apocalypse succeeded, it would mean his rule would be extended almost indefinitely. They, and even their descendants, would continue living in misery, never able to turn things around."
"This news finally made the hesitant people resolve themselves.
"They set traps inside the pyramid in advance, then launched their rebellion while Apocalypse was performing the ritual and at his most vulnerable.
"They won that battle. Apocalypse and his Four Horsemen sank beneath the ruins when the pyramid collapsed, and their rule was declared over."
"That was it?" Hill asked. "There was no more information? For example, who the prophet was?"
"No." Natasha spoke with some regret. "Just like prophets in other stories, this prophet had very little presence in this one.
"And even if we knew who the prophet was, what use would that be? They were someone from thousands of years ago. They would have long since turned to dust."
"The ancient Egyptians successfully overthrew