2960 BC, the plains of Ancient Egypt, Okara Kingdom.
Blood stained the palace columns red, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and dust.
"Kill!"
"Kill them all! Conquer everything!"
"Offer this fertile land to the pharaoh!"
"For the king of Upper and Lower Egypt!"
A young warrior with gray-white skin and an unusually tall frame gripped a man by the throat with one hand and lifted him into the air.
The man wore a golden headdress and splendid robes. He was the king of Okara Kingdom.
"You lowly... slave..."
The king of Okara's face twisted as he struggled for air. He glared at the warrior and forced a venomous curse through his throat. "I curse you... Your name will be chiseled from the stone tablets. Jackals will devour your corpse, and your soul... will never reach the underworld..."
Shnk!
The curse ended abruptly.
Expressionless, the young warrior drove the spear in his other hand straight through the king's chest.
The spearhead pierced flesh and emerged from his back, trailing a spray of hot blood.
"Mmph..."
In a corner of the palace, a girl of about fifteen huddled behind a column, pressing both hands over her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
Fear gripped her heart and left her cold all over.
She could only watch as the strange-looking warrior slowly slit the king's throat, then tore off his head.
Scenes like this were unfolding across the kingdom.
Shnk!
Not far away, a soldier caught an elderly courtier who had failed to escape and took off his head with one stroke. His gray-haired head rolled several yards.
"Aaaah!"
On the other side, several royal women who had once looked down on everyone else screamed in despair as grinning soldiers dragged them into the shadows deep within the