The Hall of the Dead was utterly silent.
The Netherworld pharaohs who had sided with the Wraith King, Mamluk, were numb with shock. What kind of despair could compare to the predicament they found themselves in now?
For all sorts of reasons, they had become resentful of the political systems of both the Netherworld and the world of the living. So, when the world of the living fell into chaos, they had decided to lead the invincible Netherworld army out to make trouble. Now, the two sides had just finished drawing their battle lines and were preparing for a thrilling undead free-for-all to decide who would rule this eternal sea of sand.
Although they were outnumbered by the traditionalists, their side was full of warmongers, with the madmen released from the Abyss of Ambition to back them up. So, numbers weren't a problem.
Although they lacked the Netherworld's will, Mamluk had recruited the equally powerful Original Sin Lord and Twilight to support him. In terms of powerful backers, the two sides were evenly matched.
The Sun Church, which the world of the living used to keep the Netherworld army in check, had erupted in internal rebellion. Mamluk's good grandson, Berdinos, had expertly stabbed the living in the back, freeing the Netherworld army to operate in the material world without fear of being driven out or suppressed.
Meanwhile, the traditionalist pharaohs' heir, Crown Prince Khufu, had chosen self-exile and sworn an oath of vengeance against the Sun. Princess Fleur, who had been elected to the throne, had no authority whatsoever and was utterly unable to command the people's allegiance!
For the rebels, it was the most wonderful start imaginable!
But heaven could turn to hell in an instant. Right before their eyes, just as their grand ambitions were about to begin,