Another order in Thebes. Acting in the darkness of the night, the black magicians — shezmu, as they thought, were always one step ahead of the hunters, and therefore made a mistake this time.

As a necromancer, you were much more comfortable working with the dead, connecting with them through the realm of the dead. So it was this time when you made your way into a small but richly furnished tomb. The big mountain of gold, jewelry and other riches of the deceased was the least of your worries: for one stolen coin from here, at best, you would have lost a finger, and you were paid generously for this order. Having already completed the work, you took off your cape and obsidian mask, setting off into a quiet run. At such times, the sand that got into my shoes always tingled in my fingers, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

"Anything is better than losing your head from an epistat." — you thought, and your thoughts acted to spite you. A tall, blond man appeared in front of your figure, as if out of nowhere. His look did not promise anything good, and his strong physique alone inspired fear. From the drawings and Egyptian symbols, even with dim lighting, it was not difficult to guess: epistat. The main hunter of shezmu. And it seemed that there was nowhere to run.