Soon after the attack...

With a rough landing, Nehru stumbled, using his hand to steady himself against the large rocks near where he had landed. His breathing was ragged as he slumped down beside the rocks, seeking a moment of rest.

As he leaned back, his eyes darted to a shadow behind him. A faint figure emerged—a little girl. Her face was grotesquely burned, her features twisted by the flames. Nehru recoiled in shock, screaming, “Ahh! Who are you?”

The girl didn’t answer. Despite her disfigurement, she remained eerily calm, standing just a few feet away. Nehru glanced at his cloak and noticed the tear at its edge. The realization struck him. “She must have grabbed my cloak just before I escaped…”

He looked back at her, only to see the impossible—her burned skin was healing before his eyes. The charred flesh regenerated at an unnatural speed, as though time itself were rewinding her injuries. Nehru’s breath caught in his throat.

The girl walked toward him. Nehru instinctively moved back but froze when she placed her small hand over the wound on his arm—the mark left by Noya’s attack. A warmth spread through him, and when she removed her hand, the wound was gone, as if it had never existed.

In disbelief, Nehru stammered, “Who... who are you?”

The girl’s lips parted, and she began to speak. “I am A—”

Meanwhile, in Setka’s office, tension filled the room.

A porcelain cup shattered against the floor, tea splashing across the polished wood. “Who is this Nehru?!” Setka’s voice thundered as he slammed his fist onto the desk. The news of the orphanage massacre had reached him, and his fury was palpable.

One of his informants stood rigid before him. “General, we don’t have much on this man. He often interferes with the illegal trade operations of various organizations but has rarely posed a direct threat to civilians. That’s why we didn’t prioritize him. This… this attack is unprecedented.”

Setka’s eyes narrowed. “What’s his background?”

The informant hesitated. “We don’t know, sir. His face remains hidden, and he only became active a few months ago. His movements are erratic, and our encounters with him end too quickly to call for reinforcements. If we want definitive information, we’d need Royal Guard Memnon to read his mind.”

Menes, seated nearby, leaned forward. “What about his powers? What do we know?”

“He’s a dark energy user,” the informant replied. “There’s no indication he possesses Chronotex abilities. His control over dark energy seems advanced, enough to counter some of our strongest fighters.”

Henu, standing by the window, added thoughtfully, “The mask makes him a ghost—he could be anyone. And his dark energy must be formidable if it can withstand our best.”

Setka dismissed the informant with a sharp nod. Once the man left, Setka turned to Henu and Menes.

“Henu,” he began, “you’re leading the expedition soon. But I’m concerned—they’re not in the right state of mind for it after what’s happened. Talk to them. Get them focused.”

“And Menes,” Setka continued, “I want an increase in patrols near the palace. Double-check every suspicious figure. We can’t risk this man getting closer.”

As his the 2 nodded and left, Setka leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“What reason would anyone have to destroy an innocent orphanage?” he murmured to himself. “There’s more to this than what we see…”

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After returning from the devastating events, Jack and the rest of the group were summoned by Henu Safir. Standing before him, their faces heavy with grief and anger, Henu addressed them in a firm yet empathetic tone.

“I know what has happened today is truly tragic,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of his own past losses. “It’s never easy to lose someone so close to your heart. I’ve been through it too.”

He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “But we cannot let this grief hold us down. We must rise above it and become stronger. If we allow ourselves to be consumed by the pain of those we’ve already lost, we won’t be able to protect those who still rely on us.”

Henu’s gaze swept across the group, his voice growing resolute. “So rise. Look up. Leave the weight of your emotions behind, because I promise you, justice will be served. And when I make a promise, it is written in stone.”

After Henu Safir’s speech, the group began to recover from the tragedy at the orphanage. Henu’s promise of justice for the deaths of over 50 children and one elderly woman gave them a sense of purpose. Yune, Noya, and Kasib were tasked with purchasing clothing for the journey, while Henu and his sailors focused on preparing the equipment and food supplies.

Jack, Ramon, Kamil, and Khonsu were given a more unusual task: assisting Jack in building a rudimentary communication device—something akin to a phone.

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Kamil scratched his head and asked, “Alright, Jack, what exactly are we supposed to do? How are we making this ‘phone’ of yours?”

Jack paused to gather his thoughts, then began explaining. “I’ve got a straightforward idea. We’ll create a system using three main components. First, we’ll have two devices—our phones. Any more, and it gets too complicated. Second, we’ll have a receiver on the ship, which will act as a relay point for messages. It’ll have a stronger antenna—basically a stick that can pick up and transmit signals.”

Kamil nodded slowly. “Okay... sounds complex, but I think I get the general idea.”

Ramon groaned, holding his head. “This is messing with my brain.”

Khonsu raised a question. “What about the actual message? How will we know what’s being sent? Will it be a sound?”

“Good question,” Jack replied. “Since we can’t send large or detailed messages, we’ll have to keep it simple and rely on common sense. I was thinking of a compass-like device with a pointer in the center. The pointer will move to one of three numbers:

1 means everything is safe.

2 means the other team is in danger.

3 means the ship is in danger, and we need to return immediately.

If one team presses a button corresponding to their situation, the device will send a signal. First, the signal goes to the ship’s receiver, which then relays it to the other device. If the two devices are close enough, the signal might bypass the ship entirely and go directly to the other phone. The ship’s larger antenna allows for communication over a few miles, but without it, the devices would only work within a short range.”

“That... actually makes sense,” Kamil said, impressed.

“It’s not as complex as I thought,” Khonsu added.

Jack shrugged. “It’s more complicated than a traditional phone, sure, but building a traditional phone is way beyond what we can do right now. This system should work well enough for our needs.”

“Alright, Jack, what do we need?” Kamil asked.

Jack paused to think. “First, we need copper wire—it’s essential for creating coils and signal pathways. Then, we’ll need magnetite for generating electromagnetic power. If that’s too hard to find, we can use lodestone instead.

“After that, we’ll need to create smaller batteries—like the big ones we made for the car, remember? We’ll make two to three batteries per phone, with plenty of spares. Batteries drain quickly in colder weather, so backups are a must.”

“Most of this should already be in our storage,” Kamil replied.

Jack nodded. “Great. Ramon, I need you to handle the body of the device. We can use wood or papyrus for this.”

“Leave it to me. That’s the easy part,” Ramon said confidently.

“Lastly,” Jack continued, “we’ll need a thin sheet of bronze or copper for circuit connections—that part is tricky, so I’ll handle it myself. We’ll also need glass, beeswax, and resin to waterproof the devices, and an iron or bronze rod for the antenna. Got it?”

Everyone nodded and replied, “Got it!” They hurried off to the storage room and local merchants to gather the materials.

MONTAGE...

Jack began construction on the ship’s antenna. He secured an iron rod and added a hinge and screw mechanism to mount it onto the ship. Using one of the smaller batteries, he connected it to the antenna and tasked Kamil with building a larger, stationary battery for the ship.

“This antenna will act as our receiver and transmitter, connecting the phones over long distances,” Jack explained.

Meanwhile, Ramon focused on building the phone’s body. Using lightweight but sturdy wood, he crafted a durable shell. The front had an opening for the meter, protected by a piece of glass. He added small, square-bumped buttons and a hinge mechanism, so the phone could open like a book. Inside, he installed studs to secure the components in place.

Jack worked on the signal generator, creating a small electromagnetic coil using copper wire and a piece of magnetite. He powered it with one of Kamil’s smaller batteries—a clay pot with a copper-zinc-vinegar setup, inspired by the car’s battery design.

For the display, Jack installed a compass-like mechanism with a rotating disk and pointer. Incoming signals triggered a metal plate to click against wood, producing a small sound for audio feedback. The pointer moved to one of three positions, marked 1, 2, or 3, each with a specific meaning:

1: Everything is safe.

2: The sender is in danger.

3: The ship is in danger; return immediately.

To send signals, Jack added a small button. Pressing the button generated a coded pulse sent to the ship’s antenna, which boosted and relayed the signal to other devices in the area.

Each device also included a mechanical counter—a rotating wheel that recorded received messages. For example, if “2” (Danger) was sent, the counter rotated to position 2 and locked there until manually reset.

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The moment of truth had arrived. "Does the phone work?" Jack asked, gathering everyone.

As night began to fall, Jack assembled Hebu Safir, General Setka, Commander Menes, and a group of soldiers. The car, fitted with the larger battery and antenna, was left behind in the palace. The soldiers calmly made their way to two different sides of the massive wall surrounding Thebes, ready for the test.

At Jack’s end, a fire was lit, and the smoke rose high into the sky. Taking a deep breath, Jack pressed the 1 button on his phone. A few seconds passed before another fire was lit on the other side of the wall, signaling that the message had been received.

Kamil, stationed at the far end, held the second phone and sent back a signal: 2. Cheers erupted faintly from both sides of the wall. Finally, Memnon, stationed in the car with the signal box, pressed 3. Both phones received the message, confirming that the system worked perfectly.

The test was a success. As everyone returned to the palace, excitement buzzed in the air. The walls, separated by roughly 5–10 kilometers of buildings and bustling people, had posed no challenge to the devices.

“We’ve done it!” Ramon exclaimed, running to Jack and giving him a celebratory hug.

Hebu Safir applauded. “I’m impressed it actually worked,” he admitted, a newfound respect for Jack evident in his expression.

Once everyone settled, Henu addressed the sailors and soldiers, his voice commanding yet encouraging. “Tomorrow is the day we set off for the White Land. There, we have several goals: to establish a relationship with its people, uncover the ancient history of the past, and perhaps learn more about the powers of the Chronotex. This expedition isn’t just for fun—though you’re welcome to enjoy it where you can. Rest well tonight, for tomorrow we set off!”

“YES, COMMANDER!” everyone replied in unison, their spirits high.

As the soldiers began to prepare for rest, Kamil approached Jack with a question. “Jack, do you think the car will be useful in the White Land?”

Jack paused, giving it careful thought. “I don’t think so,” he admitted. “We have two cars now—one we’ll give to the Nubian Kingdom and the other, our newer and better version. But even that probably won’t last in the cold. The temperatures will be brutal, and the car’s heavy weight could collapse the ice beneath us. That’s a risk we can’t afford.”

Ramon shuddered. “A cold death? Oh no, that’s the worst!”

Jack chuckled. “No worries, Ramon. We’ll be prepared. Now, you should all get some rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow,” Kamil advised, patting Ramon on the back.

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