On a sand dune stood the mysterious bandaged figure. At his feet, a severely injured Yassmin lay motionless, breathing with great difficulty. He watched impassively, waiting for his target to appear.
Around him, the landscape was desolate. Where the capital city of Egypt, Cairo, once stood, there was now a massive rift that even split the sky, breaking the very dimension. Although the portal remained stable, its imposing presence was enough to intimidate anyone who dared to contemplate it. The atmosphere was oppressive, laden with an unknown and disturbing energy.
Ethan appeared alone, his figure silhouetted against the desolate landscape. His gaze was fixed on Yassmin, aware of the danger posed by the figure beside her. His steps were firm, though his heart beat with contained fury. Finally, he stopped at a prudent distance.
"Give her to me," Ethan demanded, his voice deep and authoritative.
