"Don't worry. There may be plenty of powerful people in this age, but none of them can kill me."
Imhotep answered Nath's concern with proud confidence. Then they parted ways. Rather than heading straight for the City of the Undead, he sneered and made for the nearest city.
The Curator's plan had given Imhotep quite a few ideas. Sometimes, a head-on confrontation wasn't necessary. He was a High Priestess; he used his brains.
Soon, I'll truly return to life, defeat the Scorpion King, and gain an invincible army. Then no one will ever separate Anxsunamun and me again.
Imhotep was elated at the thought. His ambitions weren't grand. He simply wanted to spend his life with the woman he loved.
Night, at the City of the Undead.
Thanks to magic and the Armed Robots, a rudimentary defensive line had been established outside the City of the Undead. Within it, half the people rested while the other half stood watch.
"I want to leave! I don't want to stay here! I'll die if I stay here! I want to go back to America!"
The mercenary kept making a scene, trying to get away. The deaths of his two companions had clearly left him mentally unstable.
Growing impatient, O'Connell knocked the mercenary unconscious with a punch. At last, peace returned to the world.
"What an idiot. Leaving would be the most dangerous thing he could do."
Zatanna shook her head, then asked Andrew, "Mr. Wang, Imhotep still hasn't shown up. Could something be wrong?"
"He's probably making preparations," Andrew said. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it as it comes."
"That's all we can do. With Constantine absent this time, our chances are pretty good."
Zatanna grinned. Andrew quipped, "That's true, but have you considered Constantine's feelings? Scumbags are people too. You