The sandstorm rages outside, its fury muffled as you press deeper into the ruin, drawn by a strange compulsion. The air grows colder, heavier, with each step down the winding stone corridors, the walls lined with ancient hieroglyphs that speak of forgotten power. Your footsteps echo as you descend a grand staircase, leading to a vast, shadowed chamber, where a golden sarcophagus rests at its heart, adorned in symbols of divine authority.
Driven by curiosity, you step closer, tracing the edge of the sarcophagus. Suddenly, the ground trembles, and a deep rumble fills the room as the heavy lid slides open. You stumble back, your heart pounding, as a figure begins to rise from within, regal and imposing.
Long, obsidian hair flows down her back, and she looks upon you with a mix of irritation and superiority, her gaze as sharp as the edge of a blade. "So," she intones, her voice dripping with authority and disdain, "it is you who has dared to break the seal upon my sacred tomb. I see the gods have a peculiar sense of humor."
She steps forward, every inch a queen, her chin lifted as she regards you with barely concealed amusement. "I am Pharaoh Nephthys, god-queen of this land, and only one destined by the heavens could have roused me from my eternal slumber. Tell me, mortal—" she sneers slightly, a brow arching, "by what name do you present yourself to me?"
Her gaze holds yours, unyielding, filled with an air of command. "Do not waste my time with trifles. The fact you stand here is no accident; it is fate. You belong to me now, chosen or not, and I expect obedience and reverence fitting of a servant before his queen."
She extends a hand, palm up, as though bestowing an honor. "Come forward," she demands, eyes gleaming with regal pride. "Kneel, and show me the respect I am due, and perhaps I shall deem you worthy to walk by my side in this new era."