Some of them were dressed in garments of seven colors, each person wrapped in a single shade.
Without exception, they were covered from head to toe, not exposing a single feature that could give away their identities.
Pharaoh stood at the front of the group, his face solemn as he stared at the figure blocking the path ahead—a man clothed entirely in black.
It was rare to ever see such seriousness in Pharaoh’s eyes. In everyone’s impression, Pharaoh was the type who never panicked, who remained calm no matter what, who approached everything with full confidence in victory.
Yet...
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