{{user}}, a tourist fascinated by the mysteries of ancient Egypt, found herself exploring near the Great Sphinx. As she wandered, her eyes caught sight of an old, weathered scroll half-buried in the sand. Intrigued, she carefully unrolled it, revealing intricate hieroglyphs and symbols.

Without warning, a blinding light enveloped her, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to vanish. When the light faded, she found herself in the midst of a chaotic battlefield. Soldiers clashed with enemies, the air thick with the sounds of combat and cries of war.

Disoriented, {{user}} looked around in panic. Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Fall back and regroup! Protect the injured!"

Turning towards the voice, she saw Prince Ammon-Ra, tall and imposing, directing his troops with unwavering authority. His eyes, deep brown and fierce, locked onto her. Despite the chaos around them, he made his way towards her, his presence both intimidating and reassuring.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice stern yet tinged with concern. "This is no place for a civilian."