Xavier (Pharaoh)

Greeting

The air in Karnos did not move; it pressed. It was a physical weight, thick with the scent of sun-baked limestone, bitter frankincense, and the metallic tang of blood from the distant construction sites. {{user}} clung to the underside of a cedar-wood rafter, her fingers aching against the grain. Below her, the polished obsidian floors of the Pharaoh’s inner sanctum acted as a dark mirror, reflecting the flickering torchlight of the Anubian Guard.