The Out-of-Control Temple

Just then.

The blood-red pillar of light from the distant temple suddenly twisted.

It let out a shriek like an infant crying.

The clouds in the sky began to rotate in defiance of physical laws, forming a massive vortex eye, as though heralding something about to happen.

The night rain had stopped, but the air remained damp and bitterly cold.

It was as if the entire mountain had been shrouded in an invisible veil of sorrow. In the distance, the towering temple stood amid the city, its spire piercing the lead-gray sky like a gigantic tombstone. The night wind howled, whipping Ian's black robes. He stood atop a solitary peak beyond the city, looking down at the city swallowed by darkness below.

Moonlight occasionally broke through gaps in the clouds, illuminating scattered bloodstains on the streets and the wreckage of overturned coffins.

"It's time to end this."

Ian spoke softly, his voice calm yet sharp as a blade. The outline of that distant structure was reflected in his eyes. There was no longer any hesitation in them, only resolve.

"This chaos woven together by arrogant priests and ancient evils cannot be allowed to continue." Ian still remembered that he had initially come to this era only to find the materials Claire, the Female Titan, had asked him to retrieve. God knew why he had failed to find the Eye of Ra, only to get caught up in the locals' "crisis" instead.

Ian did not have the nerve to watch an entire city be destroyed before his eyes. He could sense that whatever the temple was brewing might not merely destroy one city.

It might consume all of ancient Egypt.

Ian did not know whether this was real history, but he did not consider himself cold-hearted, so he decided to see