Changing Ra's Fate of Aging

Outside Milo City, skeletal slaves who had long since been reduced to bleached bones drove two-wheeled chariots slowly forward. Countless dead climbed from the earth and bent their blackened knees, bowing to the Pharaohs as if they were gods.

Wrapped from head to toe in gray-white bandages, the Pharaohs sat upon their chariots and looked down on all living things like gods on high.

They had returned.

After praying to the gods without cease, they had finally come back from the world of the dead to the world of the living, thousands of years later.

Inside Egypt's Presidential Palace, Sherif watched through the window as tens of millions of people in Milo City sang and danced in the darkness like puppets on strings. He shuddered, stumbled, and collapsed onto the floor.

"It's over."

With something this serious happening in Milo City, his days as minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs were over. No matter how it ended, for better or worse, he would have to resign over a disaster that had landed in his lap through no fault of his own. The only question was whether he would spend his retirement at home or in prison.

He had spent thirty years treading carefully to reach a position of power, only to lose it all in a single day.

God, haven't I been devout enough?

Why are you punishing me like this?

Clemens noticed that Sherif had crumpled to the floor, but he had no heart to comfort his trusted subordinate. His own face had gone almost black with dread.

The God of the Underworld, Osiris, had returned to the earth.

Tens of millions of people in Milo City were being controlled.

Once word of something this big got out, it would cause an uproar at home and abroad. If