The ground began to tremble.
At first, I thought it was just normal earthquake things. You know, like Mother Nature minding her own business. But then, the sand cracked open, splitting like some apocalyptic movie scene.
And from the depths of the earth, they emerged.
?? THE SKELETON ARMY ??
(Or what was left of them.)
Hundreds of skeletal warriors crawled out of the abyss, their bones clanking, their empty sockets glowing faintly. But… something wasn’t right.
I squinted. Were they… tired?
Some of them had cracks all over their ribs. Others held weapons so bent they looked like melted spoons. A few weren’t even holding weapons—just standing there, confused, like they forgot why they were summoned.
These guys did NOT look battle-ready.
But before I could even process their tragic state, they looked straight at me.
And then, one of them pointed.
"THERE! THE MADDHAH!"
…"Me?!!"
Before I could even scream, they charged.
"YA BNEE EL LAZEENAA!!"
I ran for my life, dodging skeletal swings, swinging my arms wildly in self-defense. And then—I punched one.
And it immediately shattered into dust.
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…"Wait. What?"
I tried again—another punch. Another skeleton crumbled like a dry biscuit.
I kept swinging. One hit. Boom. Another one down.
"Hold on… am I… OP?"
For a moment, I felt like I had unlocked a cheat code. I was practically in GTA: San Andreas with super strength enabled.
That is—until El Malek El Ahmar screamed, "YOU IDIOTS! THAT''S NOT EL MADDAH! THAT''S JUST SOME RANDOM KID!"
The skeletons froze mid-attack. One of them even dropped its broken sword like, "Oh… my bad."
I gasped for breath, my fists still raised. "THANK YOU! FINALLY!"
But just as I thought I could relax, El Maddah clapped his hands together—and summoned his OWN army.
Blinding light burst through the darkness.
From behind him, figures made of pure golden energy materialized—tall, armored, and terrifyingly majestic. They didn’t walk. They glided. Their presence alone made my eyes burn like I had stared directly at the sun for too long.
"Great… first skeletons, now glowing angel soldiers. Can someone PLEASE tell me why I’M still here?!"
And with that, the battle exploded once again.
Skeletons vs. Light Soldiers.
Fire vs. Divine Energy.
Me? Still regretting every life decision that led me here.
The battle had been in El Maddah’s favor.
His glowing soldiers cut through the skeletons like a falafel through soft baladi bread. Bones flew, sparks rained down, and I was just standing there thinking, "Wow… this is getting ridiculous."
But then—El Malek El Ahmar pulled out his trump card.
From the depths of darkness, he unleashed THE DEVOURERS OF LIGHT.
Imagine black holes, but worse. These things absorbed anything remotely bright. Pure darkness, swallowing the golden warriors like they were snacks.
And before you ask me what they looked like—I DON’T KNOW. THEY WERE LITERALLY JUST DARKNESS.
But I did know one thing: they were bad news.
One second, the battlefield was glowing with golden energy…
The next, everything was pitch black.
I blinked. "Wait… did I just go blind?"
I frantically turned on my flashlight. Nothing.
I waved my hand in front of my face. Nothing.
I was trapped in darkness. A void. A never-ending nothingness.
…For about a minute.
Then—CLICK.
My flashlight turned back on. Oh. The battery was just loose.
"Never mind, guys, false alarm—"
But when I looked back at the battle—everything had changed.
El Maddah’s soldiers were losing.
The Devourers of Light had wiped out half of them, and the balance of power had shifted. Skeletons were rising again, El Malek El Ahmar was grinning, and Set El Hosn was probably plotting her next dramatic comeback.
And just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get worse…