Back in Egypt, the bowl-shaped artifact began to shine intensely, pulsing with a rhythmic energy that resonated with the five activated towers. Each pulse made the ground vibrate, as if the planet itself was beating beneath the feet of those present.
Malakai, still restrained by Anuket's shadow serpents, observed the artifact with a proud smile.
"Do you feel it?" he asked, his deep voice filled with satisfaction. "This is the planet's pulse. Its energy, ready to be delivered to us, the truly worthy."
Anuket, keeping her grip on him, narrowed her eyes.
"If it's really working, then why do you still need that human's blood?" she asked, her voice firm but curious.
Malakai chuckled softly, as if the question posed no threat to him.
