The End of Ancient Egypt?

Ancient Egypt's Doomsday?

Night was as black as ink, shrouding Memphis.

The bustle of the day had long since faded. The streets lay empty and silent; even the wind seemed suppressed by some invisible force, afraid to make a sound. Only the Nile flowed in the distance with a low murmur, like the pulse of the earth.

Yet within that deathly stillness, the darkness was not still.

The shadows pouring out of the Temple of the Sun God were moving, hunting.

Before an abandoned shrine in the western part of the city, a boy of about ten trembled uncontrollably. His clothes were thin, his face smeared with grime. He was clearly an abandoned orphan.

He had only wanted to hide beneath the shrine for the night and look for food once dawn came.

But he did not know that he had already been marked.

To conceal a family scandal, a merchant had deliberately abandoned the child on this secluded path leading to the temple, thinking, So many people have gone missing lately. No one will investigate if there's one more.

The night wind howled, and the brazier before the shrine had long gone cold.

Suddenly, the shadows on the ground began to twist.

One, two, three... several black shadows converged from every direction like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.

The boy curled into a ball in terror. He wanted to run, but his legs had gone weak.

"D-Don't... don't come closer!"

The shadows showed no mercy.

They pounced at once, surrounding the boy completely.

The light of life was forcibly drawn from his body, turning into several thin streams that flowed into the shadows. The boy's cries grew weaker and weaker, finally becoming a whimper before vanishing completely. The shadows fused together, forming an even larger silhouette,