Cairo.
Amid the dense swarm of locusts, fireballs fell from the sky one after another, exploding with heavy booms.
The second floor of a certain inn, inside a certain room.
Standing by the window, Coulson's expression grew increasingly grave. The city was sinking into chaos, crowds fleeing in every direction. The long, narrow streets were jammed with cars, and horns and screams echoed over and over through the city.
This bustling city was under attack. Flames and thick smoke were rising everywhere, and the notes of chaos rang beside everyone's ears.
Tap, tap, tap.
Cairo's army advanced in force, trying to maintain order, but they seemed as helpless as children. Advanced fighter jets streaked across the sky, but before they could even find the enemy, a fireball smashed into one in midair and blew it apart.
Boom!
Trailing black smoke, the fighter jet plunged from high above.
The sudden burst of fire lit up the army commander's pale, bloodless face. His lips trembled as he hung up the phone with bloodshot eyes. The order from above was warning him: the entire army was to withdraw!
"Cairo has been abandoned."
Lowering the binoculars and watching the direction in which the troops were moving, Natasha's words made the atmosphere in the room grow heavy.
"In the face of natural disaster, human strength is especially insignificant. But I still hope they can shoulder more responsibility!"
Leaning against the wall as he wiped his gun, Yan Shuangying's expression was exceptionally cold. He turned to Steven Grant and asked, "You said just now that Arthur Harrow had not yet revived Ammit. Instead, when he was in Hamunaptra, he released some sealed 'evil.'"
"Then... what exactly is that 'evil'?"
"Uh, to be precise, that was what Khonshu said." Steven Grant pressed his lips together, then explained.