"Rogues."
Nurr nodded at the man in golden armor before him. His voice was low, betraying no emotion.
"I found several fleeing royals in the Okara palace, so I went after them alone. I couldn't allow their filthy blood to remain on land ruled by the pharaoh."
Before he had finished speaking, he rummaged beneath his cloak and pulled something out: a head with disheveled hair and a face smeared with blood.
"This is the king of Okara's head. I've kept it with me all this time," Nurr said.
As Nurr displayed his trophy, Scott Lang's eye twitched. His stomach churned.
Beside them, Genesis, the maid who had remained silent, trembled. Her eyes widened as she burned the sight into her memory.
"All right. I'll report this to the pharaoh," the captain of the guard, Rogues, said with a nod.
He waved a hand, and the guards behind him immediately stepped forward. Expressionless, they picked up the head and wrapped it in cloth.
Rogues then turned to Miles's group. "Who are they?"
Miles and the others quietly tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment.
They had only met Nurr a day ago, and there was little trust between them. They had no way to know whether he would expose them on the spot. If he did, the entire army in Thebes would hunt them down. Miles was confident he could escape, but the mission would be ruined.
Miles had planned to hide among the common people after entering Thebes and investigate further. He had never expected someone to recognize Nurr the moment they arrived—not when Nurr was covered from head to toe!
Nurr gave Miles and the others a long look before answering Rogues. "They're traveling with me. They're a gladiator caravan here for the War Festival."
Nurr