Crackle... Crackle...
The fire blazed, lighting up the surrounding buildings.
Deep into the night, there were few signs of activity within the city walls.
Although some time had passed, the impact of the natural disaster had not yet faded. The loss of life, particularly after counting the reduced numbers, was a horrifying sight to all.
Tramp... Tramp—
"Dark clouds over the city."
Climbing up to a tower on the city walls, Aaron gazed into the distance.
The Egyptian camp had withdrawn quite a bit, as the previous disaster had claimed the lives of thousands, and now they had learned to be more cautious.
The Pharaoh even sent people to rebuke them, and if it were up to Aaron, they should have executed the envoys on the spot and then taken the opportunity to break through Memphis, looting it before leaving.
However, obviously, all these ideas rested on the powers possessed by Messe. If he disagreed, then Aaron was helpless.
