"Damn," Max muttered, his eyes scanning the chaos. From their high ground overlooking Thebes, the once-glorious capital of Rama-Tut's empire looked more like a war zone. Fires burned in at least four places; thick smoke filled parts of the city. Screams echoed from every corner, men shouting in panic, women crying for help.
The city was unraveling.
Thebes had begun to devour itself. Two months of rebellion had cut off the lifeblood of trade. Food no longer flowed in from the outlying farms or the fertile north; the north now stood united under rebel banners, thanks in large part to En Sabah Nur and Khenmet's relentless campaign. The farmlands nearby had been scorched, silos emptied, the caravans raided or redirected by local rebels.
Thebes had been built on the backs of farmers and traders. Now, abandoned by them, it was collapsing. Starving citizens rioted in the streets. Most of the guards and Tut's bots were marching north.
Tut did not seem to care that his city was burning.
Max's gaze locked on the pyramid, the seat of Rama-Tut's power. It loomed at the center of the city, a black silhouette against the fire-lit night sky.
Inside, waiting for them, was Rama-Tut or Nathaniel Richards, his real name. Tut was dangerous, not as dangerous as the person he would become in the future, Kang the Conqueror—but dangerous all the same. Nathaniel's intelligence was on par with Reed, Doom, and Stark, so Max had to be very careful; he could not predict what awaited them inside, and Tut had had a few months to prepare.
There was also the Time-Keepers' plea to spare Tut something that made Max think that perhaps a future version of Kang was trying to intervene here and that made him doubly cautious.
Max had considered the Time-Keepers' words but decided to follow his original plan and fulfill his promise to Nur and to himself: to kill Rama-Tut.
He turned to the five who stood behind him. "Shall we?"
Khenmet, the Moon Knight.
En Sabah Nur, the first mutant—or the third; Max wasn't sure.
Azzuri, the Black Panther and king of Wakanda.
Thena and Gilgamesh, the two Eternals.
They all nodded.
Max smiled. If they'd had Agamotto and Odin with them, it would have been overkill.
He raised his hand, and a wide, gleaming emerald platform formed beneath them. With a gentle pulse of his will, it lifted them into the sky and carried them forward toward the pyramid at the heart of Thebes.
They flew over the burning streets of Thebes in silence, the chaos below swallowed by the hiss of the wind blowing past them. Max kept his eyes locked on the massive arched entrance ahead—the mouth of the pyramid.
He lowered the platform gently at the base of the staircase, and everyone stepped off.
Max glanced around. "There are hidden guards," he said, looking at the darkened pillars Jade had alerted him to as they approached.
"We can take them easily."
The second the words left his mouth, the enemy moved.
With a mechanical screech, Tut's hawk-headed enforcers emerged from everywhere, their eyes glowing orange and red. They came down the walls and dropped from above dozens of them.
Max raised his hand and fired. Twin blasts of green light blew the heads off the first two.
Thena was already moving, her energy sword humming to life as she sliced through a charging bot. The cut was a clean diagonal from shoulder to hip, and then she decapitated another. Gilgamesh bellowed and met three head-on, fists slamming into metal with enough force to crack them open like eggs. En Sabah Nur focused his newfound power on the bulk of them, ripping them apart, his energy and matter manipulation stronger than before. Khenmet spun through the chaos, her batons striking down bot after bot with precision. Azzuri joined in, raking them with his sharp vibranium claws, then drew his spear and felled more.
Max fired again, cutting down two more before one leapt toward him.
They kept fighting. More came. Dozens dwindled to a dozen—then to none.
The courtyard fell silent again, nothing left but the burning wreckage of the bots.
"Ha! That's it?" Gilgamesh said, wiping a dent from his arm bracer.
Max glanced over at him, sighing. "You jinxed it, Gil…you jinxed it."
Before Gilgamesh could respond, the massive stone doors ahead began to grind open.
A golden glow spilled out from within.
A voice echoed from the hall beyond.
"Welcome, welcome," Rama-Tut said. "I expected four. The two Eternals… are a surprise."
En Sabah Nur stepped forward. "Finally decided to face us yourself, you coward?"
Tut chuckled. "Ah, En Sabah Nur… you could have joined me. I would've given you everything. I would have made you a god… Shame. Such a shame."
"Enough talk!" Azzuri growled.
"Oh, I agree," Tut replied, still hidden in the glow beyond the doors. "You're exactly where I want you to be. I've prepared something for your arrival. Let's see how you fare."
There was a pause. Then—
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The sound of massive footsteps.
Something large moved in the golden light, casting a long shadow.
It stepped into view.
A nine-foot-tall humanoid made of sleek, glowing blue metal. Its chest pulsed with violet energy. The face was a cold, emotionless mask. It reminded Max of the Sentinels from the X-Men.
Max's breath caught in his throat as he realized what the thing was made of.
Vibranium.
"Shit," Max muttered. "That thing's made of…."
"The Sacred Metal…but that's impossible. None of the sacred metal has left Wakanda." Azzuri almost shouted
Max stared at the bot. "Well, it seems he got enough of it to make that thing."
"Coward!" Nur roared toward the pyramid's golden-lit interior. "Come face us yourself!"
Tut's mocking voice echoed back. "Oh, I will. In time. I just want to see how my Sentinel does against you all first." A short laugh followed.
Aha, so it is a Sentinel. Tut must have plucked it from the future and made his own modifications, Max thought, studying it.
Tut's voice returned. "But I'm reasonable. I'll call it off. All I ask is the Green Lantern's ring. Give it to me, and I'll leave. I'll return to my own time. Peacefully."
"How about no, Nathaniel," Max said, voice steady. "Your little Sentinel is about to be destroyed." He turned his head slightly. "Nur, would you?"
En Sabah Nur didn't need to be told twice. With a battle cry, he thrust both hands forward, unleashing his power at the Sentinel.
Nothing happened.
Nur stumbled back in shock.
Tut's laugh echoed louder now. "Oh, you're powerless against it, En Sabah Nur. Your gifts are useless; these machines were made to hunt down your kind and I've made this one even more deadly."
Tut's voice turned colder. "Last chance. The ring, Lantern."
Max raised his hand. "Last chance for you."
He fired.
A focused emerald blast shot from Max's ring, slamming into the Sentinel's chest and shoving it backward with a screech. It staggered, caught itself then launched into the air, soaring straight at them.
A violet beam surged from its palm.
Max quickly raised a shield. A dome of emerald light snapped into place just as the blast hit. The energy struck hard, forcing the construct to ripple and crack under the pressure. Hairline fractures split across the surface.
"Move!" Max ordered, and the others obeyed.
He dropped the shield just as the beam intensified. It slammed into the ground near them and detonated on impact. Max raised a second layer just in time, redirecting the shockwave outward and sparing his allies from the brunt of the explosion.
Dust rained down. The ground cracked beneath them.
The others recovered then charged.
Azzuri leapt in first, claws glowing purple. He slashed at the Sentinel's leg, but the armor barely dented. The machine swung a heavy backhand, sending Azzuri flying into a stone pillar.
Khenmet attacked next with her batons. She landed three quick strikes, targeting joints, but the Sentinel twisted, grabbed her midair, and hurled her against the wall.
Nur tried again this time turning the rocks around him into razor shards and hurling them at the Sentinel. They had no effect beyond stunning it for a second.
Thena charged in, her energy blade slicing toward the Sentinel's neck. The machine caught the weapon mid-swing, twisted it aside, and knocked her back with a shockwave from its chest. Gilgamesh roared and rushed in, fists blazing. He landed two clean punches hard enough to crack the floor on impact but the Sentinel didn't even stumble. It spun and drove a heavy foot into Gilgamesh's chest, sending him skidding across the stone.
Its right arm shifted, metal plates folding in on themselves until a long blade extended with a hiss.
The left palm pulsed with violet energy.
A blade in one hand. A blaster in the other.
It advanced.
Max narrowed his eyes, summoned a massive, glowing green fist, and hurled it like a meteor at the Sentinel's head.
It hit.
The Sentinel barely flinched.
"Okay. Okay…what the fuck?"
The Sentinel raised its blade and charged.
Max shot straight into the air. In a flash, emerald armor snapped around him thick plates forming over his chest, shoulders, and arms. A full combat rig, matching the Sentinel's size. Even before it locked into place, the Sentinel was already after him, flying upward with shocking speed.
Max flew higher, forcing distance as he created missile-launcher constructs on his armor and in the air around him.
He fired.
A barrage of emerald missiles dropped from his armor's shoulders and the orbiting launchers. They struck with precision. Explosions rippled across the machine's body, smoke obscuring its frame.
The Sentinel flinched midair. Staggered. Slowed for a second.
Then it surged upward again—faster.
"What the—?"
It closed the gap in a blink, caught Max by the leg, and yanked him downward with brute force. Before he could react, it hurled him toward the ground like a comet.
He tumbled, fought to steady himself, then finally pulled up barely stabilizing his flight.
Just in time to see the Sentinel's fist coming straight at him.
WHAM.
"Argh!" Max cried as the punch slammed into his chest plate, snapping through the armor and sending him rocketing toward the pyramid. He hit the ground hard, a smoking crater tearing open on impact.
Pain screamed through his ribs, but Max forced himself to move.
He leapt from the crater just as the Sentinel came down, its foot slamming into where he'd been a second earlier.
Max spun in midair and launched another wave of missiles into the machine's flank.
This time, he wasn't alone.
Gilgamesh charged with a battle cry, tackling the Sentinel's torso and slamming it into the pyramid wall with earth-shaking force.
Thena followed, blade blazing. She slashed along the weakened plating at the shoulder, scoring a deep gash that sent sparks flying.
Nur arrived next, unleashing his power as he trapped the Sentinel within the pyramid walls, bending the stone around the metal monster.
Azzuri darted in low, claws charged with kinetic power, raking across its head. Khenmet vaulted off a fallen slab and smashed her baton into its skull as well.
The Sentinel staggered now pinned in the walls and under relentless attack.
Max focused his will and fired a concentrated emerald beam straight into its shoulder. The blast hit dead center right where the armor was cracked.
It should've torn through.
Instead—
"Lantern, stop!" Azzuri shouted.
Too late.
The beam hit and the Sentinel absorbed it.
The green energy funneled into its body and, just like before with Azzuri's armor, the Sentinel began to glow violet then released the absorbed energy.
A violet shockwave exploded outward.
The air rippled with force. The entire team was flung back Max, Gilgamesh, Thena, Nur, Azzuri, and Khenmet sent flying like ragdolls across the broken courtyard.
Max was the first to move, dragging himself up from the rubble. His emerald armor was broken. His head rang. But he stood.
The Sentinel was walking toward him now.
Its eyes glowed with violet light.
Max clenched his fists, ring flickering.
Behind him, Gilgamesh and Thena were already back on their feet blade flashing, fists swinging. En Sabah Nur joined them, unleashing brutal force as the three launched into a fresh assault, locking the towering Sentinel in relentless melee.
Max turned and rushed to Azzuri and Khenmet, helping them both to their feet.
Azzuri grunted, dusting himself off. "Lantern," he said quickly, "go. Find Rama-Tut. With his defeat, this monster may fall."
But first… "Jade, have you finished?"
Her voice crackled through the ring. "I've completed the full scan. There's a vulnerability in its optical ports. The armor's thinnest around the eyes. You could inflict heavy damage using small, high-mass constructs."
"Oh, fuck," Max muttered, narrowing his eyes as the Sentinel roared again in the background. Smaller constructs… still figuring that out.
He took a breath, calmed his mind, and focused.
From his ring, a tiny emerald projectile formed no larger than a pebble but with the mass of an elephant. Max stumbled as it snapped into being; he was still learning to compress that much weight into something so small he hadn't even mastered it with larger constructs.
Max raised his ring, the projectile locking onto the Sentinel's glowing eye.
Down below, Gilgamesh and Nur surged forward, seizing the Sentinel's arms and pinning them with brute strength. Thena climbed its back, slashing and stabbing near the head to keep it distracted.
"Hold it steady…" Max whispered.
He fired.
The projectile streaked forward like a bullet of light.
It slammed into the Sentinel's eye with a piercing CRACK, sending sparks flying. Max tightened his focus, commanding the construct lodged within to expand splintering its internals, tearing wires, disrupting circuits.
The Sentinel began to spasm.
Its limbs twitched erratically. It let out a deep, distorted screech. Smoke poured from its head.
"It won't stay like that for long, but it's weakened," Jade said in his ear.
"You can handle it now" Max said.
Azzuri nodded and stepped forward, claws humming. Khenmet joined him.
"Go!" she called.
Max turned and rocketed upward, leaving the battlefield behind.
He flew through the pyramid's corridors, weaving through halls until he reached the throne room. The space was enormous, absurdly lavish: lapis lazuli walls veined with gold, intricate murals of Rama-Tut himself.
And at the center of it all, seated on a throne of gold, was Rama-Tut.
He was watching a giant screen, displaying the Sentinel's POV as it fought against the rest of the Revengers.
Tut slowly turned his head toward Max.
Gone were the pharaonic headdress and ceremonial robes. Now he wore a sleek black suit, similar to Iron Man's armor. Yellow light pulsed from the arc-shaped core in his chest and spidered out in glowing veins across the suit's limbs.
"I knew I'd have to get involved," Tut said calmly.
He reached to his side and pulled a long, jagged spear free. A familiar yellow crystal glowed at its tip, gleaming with sickly yellow energy.
Tut smirked and then he vanished.
"Jade, where is he?" Max asked through gritted teeth, scanning the throne room.
"Scanning… now!" Jade's voice snapped in his ear. "Seventy-three degrees left, closing fast!"
Max reacted instantly, forming an emerald visor over his eyes, which highlighted the shimmer of distortion rushing toward him.
"There you are," Max muttered.
He raised a shield just in time. Rama-Tut's spear slammed into it with a violent clang, the crystal tip sparking against the emerald wall. Max countered with a blast from his ring, forcing Tut to dodge and roll to the side.
Tut sprang up without pause, spear spinning in his hands, and charged again.
Max narrowed his eyes and formed a weapon of his own a long, sleek emerald spear, sharpened at both ends.
They clashed in the center of the throne room. Yellow and green collided with a flash of light. Tut's fear-charged spear screeched against Max's construct, the impact sending tremors through the chamber. Sparks flew from each strike as they danced around the room, murals shattering from the force of their duel.
Max was once again glad he'd taken those lessons from Odin over the last three years of their travels.
He feinted left, then snapped right, driving his spear toward Tut's flank. Tut barely deflected, staggering as Max pressed the attack.
The pharaoh's frustration began to show. His movements grew wilder, less controlled. The yellow energy at the core of his chest flared.
With a snarl, Tut spread his arms wide.
A blinding yellow beam burst from the glowing circle in his chest.
Max raised both hands, forming a thick emerald shield just in time. The blast slammed into him like a cannon. The shield cracked, then shattered as the beam tore through. Max was thrown back, searing pain ripping through his shoulder as the beam burned past his armor and into flesh.
He hit the floor hard, biting back a scream.
The yellow energy slithered into the edges of his thoughts whispering, pulling at doubt, amplifying fear.
Max gritted his teeth, pushing against it. "No," he muttered, forcing his will to hold steady. He had prepared for this. He had conquered his fear.
Tut charged again, spear raised.
Max summoned a fresh shield just in time to block another brutal strike.
Again. And again. Tut attacked in a flurry, the yellow glow of fear flashing with each thrust and sweep. Max blocked each one, his defenses cracking, but holding.
"You could've just left," Max growled, steadying his breath.
Tut screamed in response, wild-eyed. "I will after I TAKE YOUR RING!"
He stopped, panting, shoulders heaving beneath his armor.
"With your ring, I will make more," Tut continued, his voice trembling with manic intensity. "Not with your weak willpower… but with fear. With real power."
His grin stretched too wide. The light in his chest pulsed erratically.
Max's eyes narrowed. The fear energy it was messing with his mind.
Tut raised both arms and fired again twin repulsor blasts from his gauntlets.
Max stood firm and raised his own hands.
Twin shields snapped into place.
The blasts struck home, rippling across the emerald walls but this time, they didn't break.
Max's feet slid back, gouging the cracked throne room floor, his arms trembling from the force but his will held strong.
"Is that all you've got, Nathaniel?" he said through clenched teeth as Tut stopped.
Tut stood hunched, panting, his breaths shallow and ragged. His armor pulsed erratically, the veins of energy along his chest flickering.
"For all your claims of being so smart, you still don't see what's happening… do you?" Max said.
Tut's head snapped up, a scowl forming on his face.
"That spear. That crystal. The yellow light of fear you think it's giving you power, but it's feeding on you. The Entity of Fear is in your head, Nathaniel. It's using you."
"I bow to no one!" Tut snarled, his voice cracking with fury.
"You are now," Max shot back. "And you have been for a while."
Tut's hands tightened on the spear.
"You could've left," Max continued. "Nathaniel Richards would have left you had nothing here. And yet you stayed because some voice kept whispering in your head, didn't it?"
"No," Tut said, shaking his head, trying to deny it. "No. It was my plan. My plan. I want your ring! With it, I'll make an army of Lanterns they'll conquer everything! I will conquer this universe!"
With a roar, Tut surged forward, spear raised.
Max flew up and backward, forming a line of Roman legionaries emerald-armored soldiers with modern rifles who instantly opened fire. Green blasts ricocheted off Tut's armor, staggering him, but he kept coming.
Max gritted his teeth and summoned more mechs this time, towering constructs that opened fire with blazing, willpower-fueled cannons.
Tut screamed and thrust the spear forward. A blast of yellow erupted in a furious pulse, tearing through every single construct in a flash.
The explosion rocked the throne room. Max shot through the smoke, fists clenched, and drove one clean into Tut's jaw.
Tut reeled from the blow but countered. The spear swung in a vicious arc. Max dodged the first strike, then the second, and quickly conjured a new spear to meet Tut's.
The two clashed again emerald and yellow streaks cutting through the air.
Tut roared and brought his spear down with brute force.
Max blocked but this time the yellow-infused spear cracked his construct, then shattered it entirely.
Tut lunged, slamming Max into the wall with his forearm, then pinned him there with the spear, pressing it slowly toward Max's chest.
The crystal at the spear's tip burned, glowing brighter, hotter. It inched closer to Max's heart.
Max held the spear's shaft back with both hands, struggling against the pressure. His muscles screamed. The yellow light poured over his face and with it came the whispers:
You're going to fail.
They'll all die.
You abandoned Odin; he could be dead.
You'll lose this fight just like you did before.
The voice inside was cold and insidious. It coiled around his thoughts.
But he didn't listen.
He had no fear left. He had faced it head-on. He kept repeating it in his head.
Max clenched the spear harder, his ring glowing furiously. The yellow light lacing the weapon flickered as green energy surged into it.
The spear shook in their hands as Max poured every ounce of willpower through it. The golden veins lining the shaft began to twist and ripple.
The two spectrums clashed and Max suddenly found himself back in the void again.
And he saw him once more.
The serpent-dragon coiled through the dark, its eyes burning with malice as it lunged toward him.
Parallax.
Its screech reverberated in his skull.
But Max just like last time did not give in.
The emerald glow around him became a radiant shield. He roared back in defiance, repelling the monster once more with sheer will and then he was back in reality, still locked in a stalemate with Tut.
Both men screamed as the spear's shaft cracked and pulsed between them.
Max formed a construct around himself faint at first, then solidifying into a towering, luminous shape: a humanoid figure of green energy, twenty feet tall… then fifty… then a hundred—matching Max's form in every detail. A large Lantern symbol blazed on its chest, and its eyes gleamed like twin emerald stars.
The spear, now overtaken by green light, detonated in a thunderous explosion.
The blast ripped through the throne room, tearing apart the golden walls and columns. An entire side of the pyramid blew outward as Rama-Tut's body was flung like a ragdoll, crashing down near the others still locked in combat with the Sentinel.
Max inside the towering construct, now two hundred feet tall, stepped forward through the crumbling remains of the pyramid. Each stride shook the ground. The pyramid's top split and collapsed behind him.
He looked down to see the Sentinel holding off the others: Thena, Gilgamesh, and Nur pressed the attack, while Azzuri and Khenmet, battered but unbeaten, had rejoined the fight.
Max acted. The towering construct extended a massive hand, reached down, snatched the Sentinel mid-charge, and hurled the machine straight toward the Sphinx.
The Sentinel smashed into the Sphinx that housed Tut's time ship with a titanic BOOM, erupting into a brilliant fireball that consumed the statue's base.
Max turned slowly.
Tut was crawling, barely conscious, his armor cracked and sparking.
He raised a trembling hand.
Max raised the construct's arm. A massive fist slammed down—
One.
Two.
Three—each blow pounding Tut deeper into the crater. The last strike shattered the construct's arm and sent cracks through the earth.
The giant green construct began to flicker, then dissolved into hundreds of streams of emerald light that drifted upward like fireflies.
Max floated down, his boots touching the cracked ground beside Tut's broken form.
The pharaoh lay motionless in the crater, breathing shallowly.
Max stood over him, panting, bruised, and smiling faintly through the pain. Dust swirled as the echo of the final blow faded. He looked up just in time to see the others rushing toward him—Azzuri, Khenmet, En Sabah Nur, Thena, and Gilgamesh arriving in a ragged sprint.
Before they could reach him, it happened.
The Sphinx, the massive half-lion, half-human monument, began to rise.
Tut, barely able to move, looked up with wide, bloodshot eyes. "No… no, no, NO!" he rasped, coughing and spitting blood. "Stop it! STOP!"
They all turned, stunned, as the Sphinx continued to ascend, glowing from deep within. Sparks showered from its underbelly as the Sentinel punched through the smoke, its frame damaged but functional.
Then, without warning—
A blinding white flash.
Everyone shielded their eyes.
When they looked again… the Sphinx was gone. The Sentinel was gone.
"Noooooo!" Rama-Tut shrieked, his voice raw. He reached toward the sky, clawing at the air. "No… no… no… it can't—"
Max turned slowly, still catching his breath.
"Jade," he said, never taking his eyes off the spot where the ship had vanished, "did that thing just time-travel?"
"Yes," Jade confirmed. "The Sphinx which hid the time ship escaped into the time stream. So did the Sentinel."
Max exhaled and shook his head. "Well… that was lucky."
Tut collapsed back into the dirt, trembling. "No… no…"
The others reached Max's side. Azzuri placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You did it," he said simply.
Tut kept shaking his head, staring up at Max in disbelief. "This can't be how it ends. Not… like this. Not by a Green Lantern. Just a Green Lantern…"
Max stepped forward and looked down at the broken pharaoh.
"'Just' a Green Lantern?" he repeated. He crouched beside Tut. "Nathaniel… there is no Corps. It doesn't exist yet."
Tut blinked, confusion mingling with terror.
"That means…" he whispered.
Max's eyes glowed bright emerald. "It means I'm not a Green Lantern." His voice deepened.
"I am the Green Lantern."
Tut's defiance finally broke. He looked up, eyes wide, voice cracked. "Please… don't kill me. You can't. You know you can't. I'm important… the timeline. Please…"
He coughed, struggling to breathe. "You know… you must know. I was warned. My future self… yes… Immortus… he told me… never mess with the spectrum. But I didn't listen. I thought I could control it. I'm sorry. Please…"
Max stared down at him in silence.
"I'll go back," Tut begged. "I'll..I'll never return. I swear it."
Max tilted his head. "You're not wrong," he said quietly. "A Time-Keeper did ask me not to kill you."
Tut's breath rattled in his throat. "Then… you know I cannot die here…" he whispered.
Max looked at him, then turned his gaze to En Sabah Nur. The mutant's expression was unreadable.
"I'm not going to kill you," Max said calmly.
Tut exhaled, his entire body slumping in relief. A broken smile began to form. "Thank you. I'll leave I swear, I'll nev—"
"But he will," Max interrupted, stepping aside.
Tut's smile faltered as En Sabah Nur stepped forward slowly, his hands already crackling with power. Tut's eyes widened in fear.
"No… wait—WAIT—"
Nur raised a single hand, fingers splayed. Tut's body lifted violently into the air, suspended by invisible force. He screamed, thrashing, panic overtaking him.
"NO! PLEASE! I—"
With a guttural roar, Nur clenched his fist and unleashed the full force of his mutant power.
Tut's scream echoed across the city as he was ripped apart and then turned to dust.
A final gust of wind carried Rama-Tut away, scattering him across the sands of the land he once ruled.
Silence.
Only the distant sounds of the burning, rioting city remained.
En Sabah Nur stood tall. "It's over," he said simply.
"My father is avenged," Azzuri added.
Khenmet lowered her head. "So are my mother… my brother… and my father."
They stood in stillness for a moment, a comfortable silence after a long-fought battle.
Then Max cleared his throat and looked up at the shattered remnants of the pyramid behind them.
"Well," he said, raising a brow, "anyone want to help me destroy the rest of that monstrosity?"
"Yeah. Sure," Nur responded.
The others quickly agreed, the solemn stillness giving way to a lighter mood as the six walked toward the pyramid, tossing out ideas for how to bring it all down.
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