"Messe!"
Calling out the name again, Aaron still couldn't believe what he had seen.
A meeting, a joyful encounter reflected in the other's eyes, the cost was life itself.
Just a simple sword strike, and the prophet who once could summon the wind and rain was dead. Aaron had foreseen the Pharaoh's betrayal, but he had never expected such a result.
Swish—
The sword sliced through the air, stabbing an Egyptian guard through a gap in his armor; only the ministers who followed the Pharaoh remained before Aaron.
However, these powerful figures were just as panicked, clearly, they too had not anticipated the Pharaoh would do such a thing amidst the encirclement of the Hebrews.
Even if in their eyes, these sin people merely scavenging for arms were insignificant, this did not include letting them personally face danger and charge into battle.
