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For a few seconds after the explosion, Jack's ears rang with a high-pitched frequency. He stumbled, shaking his head, as a veil of smoke scraped against the shield Kamil had erected. Silence gripped the area where the explosion had occurred. Everyone stared, stricken with shock and horror.

"Jaaaaackkkk!" Ramon's voice pierced through the stillness. He sprinted towards the dissipating smoke, with Kasib and Khonsu following closely behind. Tension radiated from them, their bodies tingling as if they'd been sleeping in the snow.

Jack, still gasping for breath, collapsed to the ground. As the smoke began to clear, he realized that Kamil's shield had shielded him from the blast.

The shield eventually vanished, revealing the aftermath of the explosion. Jack turned his gaze away, not yet ready to face the sight of what remained, because he had heard Ramon's voice echoing.

The group finally arrived at the scene, and Ramon quickly helped Jack up from the ground. Jack dusted off his knees, brushing away the sand that had etched into his pants.

"Are you okay?" Ramon asked, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, thanks to Kamil," Jack replied. "His shield protected me at the last minute."

"I guess they've finally done it," Kasib pointed out.

"Yeah, we should report this as soon as possible to the Commander and General," Khonsu said.

Kamil, who had been running towards the group, waved his hand as he arrived, shouting, "Are you guys okay?"

He bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath from the sprint.

"Jack, you okay?" Kamil asked.

"Yeah, thanks for the shield," Jack replied, his gaze fixed on the aftermath of the explosion.

"No problem," Kamil said, giving Jack a thumbs up.

However, Jack didn't return the gesture or even look at Kamil. His head remained fixed on the scene before him, his thoughts likely racing.

Louis's smile was etched into Jack's memories like an inscription in stone.

A sudden gust of wind signalled the collapse of Jack's consciousness. His body slumped, descending towards the unforgiving ground.

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"RUN!" Kasib's shout pierced the air.

Then, a radiant light began to emanate from Jack's back, a brilliance so pure it seemed to belong to another world. The group, sprinting away, wore expressions of shock and terror. They witnessed something monumental, a force that seemed poised to end everything for them.

"Shieldddd!" Kamil's command rang out, and he promptly threw up a protective barrier. Ramon, gripped by fear, couldn't bring himself to flee. His gaze remained fixed on Jack's prone form, bathed in the blinding light. His concern for Jack held him captive.

Suddenly, the group felt it. An immense force radiating from the light, a power strong enough to push them back or perhaps even end them.

"What's this sensation?" Kasib muttered to himself. His eyes widened, his natural instincts screaming at him. He could sense a torrent of energy, an aura with enough force to send them hurtling away from the impending impact.

"My shield is protecting all of us right now, but this feels too strong. I don't know if I can stop what's about to happen soon," Kamil fretted inwardly.

Silence once again enveloped the area, time seeming to slow to a crawl. Terror was etched on the faces of the group as they scrambled to evade the impending attack. Meanwhile, Ramon, standing in front of Jack, felt his legs turn to stone, glued to the ground. A commanding voice resonated through the air.

"ABSOLUTE........."

An aura stronger than Jack's enveloped the area, and something hurtled toward him from the sky. It was a sword, a weapon forged from dark energy. Its speed was so immense that it shattered the sound barrier, slicing through the air with a Speed of 780+ miles per hour. The blade surged toward the pure white light, initially meeting resistance, but eventually penetrating and quelling the power emanating from Jack's back.

From above, a figure plummeted, imprinting the ground with a crater as dust clouded around him. As he advanced forward, he broke into a smile and murmured, "Finally, his power is awake. It's strong."

It was none other than Menes, the Commander of the Royal Army.

"Commander!" Kamil's voice trembled, tears streaming down his face as he lunged towards Menes. However, Menes, not in a mood for embraces, halted Kamil in his tracks, holding him firmly by the head. Kamils hopeful voice faded abruptly as Menes gently placed him back on the ground.

Kamil gathered his composure and spoke, "Thank you, Commander, for saving us. I wasn't sure if I could defend everyone."

"No worries. But first, get everyone to safety, especially Jack," Menes commanded.

"Yes, Commander!" Kamil's response was swift.

Menes then walked over to Ramon and Jack. His steps resonated against the backdrop of screams and the lingering smoke from the explosion. Placing a reassuring hand on Ramon's shoulder, Menes acknowledged, "You stood strong, Ramon."

Away From Thebes

The cave, hidden in the depths of the necropolis, held an eerie ambiance, lit only by dark red flames that clung to the walls like fiery apparitions. Their light cast a dancing play of shadows, revealing a figure seated on a metal throne. The masked face bore the likeness of an Egyptian king, specifically that of a cat, shrouded in a full black cloak. The atmosphere was laden with an air of authority and mystery.

"Boss!" Akhet's voice reverberated through the chamber as he knelt before the figure.

"You shall speak, Akhet," the Anubis commanded, his voice steeped in power.

Akhet conveyed his report with confidence, "The Royal Nebu bombings have begun in Thebes. Our materials and resources are at risk if we continue to keep them there."

The Anubis questioned, "Are you certain it was the Royal Nebu?"

"Yes, only they are known for such tactics. Moreover, one of our contacts within the Royal Army has confirmed this," Akhet responded.

"Very well. Retrieve all our resources and steer clear of the Royal Nebu. They've already disrupted some of our trades," the Anubis commanded. His voice held a hint of frustration and anger.

"And if you encounter their leader, eliminate her immediately," he added, his tone laced with a simmering intensity.

In The Aegean Sea

The Aegean Sea stretched endlessly, its waves dancing beneath the canvas of the night sky, adorned with a shimmering array of stars. On the deck of the ship, a young man reclined, engrossed in an ancient tome. Its leather cover bore the weight of countless stories, while its pages whispered secrets in inked Greek script.

At about 25 years of age, he possessed a lean yet well-defined physique, hinting at both agility and strength. Light brown eyes, illuminated by the starlight, held a glint of intelligence, and his black hair framed his features with a certain charm. Placing the book beside him, he gazed upwards, contemplating the celestial expanse.

In a soft voice, laced with determination and a touch of longing, he addressed the open sea, "I'll be there in approximately five hours, Seraphina."