The stone gate suddenly lit up.
Violent purple light erupted from its surface, illuminating the surrounding fortress and casting long shadows across the stone pavement. The ancient runes engraved along its enormous frame glowed one after another as space began to distort within the gate.
Thousands of soldiers stood on either side of the entrance.
They wore black and violet armour, their weapons secured at their waists and their bodies arranged in perfectly disciplined formations. Every single one of them was kneeling, their heads lowered in solemn respect.
The attendants were no different.
Rows of servants dressed in carefully tailored uniforms knelt behind the soldiers, while several officials had gathered at the forefront of the assembled crowd.
Among them was Amon.
