After Luo Zhen led the main force away from the desert, a sandstorm swept through it once again.
However, in the sandstorm that enveloped the entire desert, there was only one place that remained unaffected.
It was a temple.
A temple of incomparable brilliance and grandeur, so immense that it seemed to have gathered multiple buildings into one.
All around the temple, sphinxes stood guard like the most loyal sentinels.
At the very depths of the temple, in an audience hall resembling a royal court, a man sat upon a throne-like seat.
He was a handsome man with golden eyes like the sun. Dressed in splendid, noble golden robes and draped in a white cloak, he gave off the impression that he radiated light at every moment.
He was the Sun King.
He was Ramesses II.
This king, whose true name was Osymandias, sat upon the throne at that very moment, propping his chin up with one hand as though bored.
Then, at some point, Osymandias raised his head.
A mirror appeared silently before him.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Pharaoh King, Osymandias."
The person who said this was Nitocris, who was still in the Atlas Academy.
Using magecraft, Nitocris was holding a long-distance conversation with Osymandias.
Osymandias lifted his eyes and looked at Nitocris, who was bowing respectfully in greeting. His expression remained completely unchanged.
"What is it?" Osymandias asked in an arrogant tone, speaking with the air of one high above others. "Has Chaldea's Master already left?"
"Yes, Pharaoh." Nitocris dutifully reported, "Not long ago, Chaldea's Master left our territory with the Mountain People. He even refused the precious opportunity to have an audience with the king. What a sinner."
"A sinner, hmm..." Osymandias sneered. "Indeed, being granted an audience with Me is the highest honor. Refusing