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Nothing was taken.

They were.

You weren't born a soldier.

So, you've started using monsters as

soldiers, Neferza.

There.

Is it a storm?

Storms don't hold formation.

Sound the walls.

Sound the walls.

Children underground. Lock the doors.

Stay out of the square. Do not go into

the square.

Why?

They're not killing at random.

THEY'RE HERDING US. THEY'RE driving

everyone to one place.

Find the one who bears the mark of the

black sun.

OUR KING.

MOVE BACK TO THE WATER TUNNELS. MOVE.

Hold on. I'll get you out.

No. It's no use.

The one who bears the mark of

the black sun,

she is looking for him.

Run.

Survive.

And find the king.

Go.

Don't run.

Are you insane?

It hunts vibrations.

If you run, you're ringing the dinner

bell.

Who are you?

Someone who left a cart.

No.

The king's bloodline is dead.

That's what they wanted you to believe.

Stop.

Tsk tsk. Water in the desert is worth

its weight in gold, my friends. And this

little pool

currently belongs to the Bashere

mercenary company.

The drinking fee is all your weapons and

belongings.

You talk too much, Bashere. Kill the

hooded one. Strip the woman. Quick and

clean.

This is fire blood. One press of my

thumb

and it will burn the blood in

your veins to ash before your heart can

beat again.

Easy, easy, brother. We were only

joking. Who threatens decent men

with fire blood? Put it down. Put it

down. I'm Bashar. The big fool is Karok.

We're all exiles out here, aren't aren't

we?

Water belongs to everyone. Everyone.

Get her water.

And find a clean bandage. Now.

There's a

Thousands of armored scorpions? Sounds

like Nefa Nefasa opened the

gates of hell. And you're saying they

weren't killing people, they were

herding them?

They moved with military discipline.

They weren't hunting, they were taking

prisoners.

Why take them alive? Monsters only need

fresh meat.

Everybody, spread out. Now.

It's too big. A sword won't get through

that shell.

The back is armored. The joints and

belly aren't. Messier, blind it. Zahira,

turn it broadside. KAROK, READY

THE AXE.

Over here, you idiot.

KAROK, NOW.

A SCARAB OR CARRYING HALF A MONUMENT ON

ITS BACK, what the hell for?

They were herding people.

They're transporting eggs with beasts

like this.

She isn't hunting us.

No.

She's building an army.

The first time the city fell,

15 years ago, I was 12. My

father stood at the east gate. He held

Neferza's army for 3 days and 3 nights.

He sent my mother and me underground. He

told us to hold on a little longer. The

king's reinforcements would come.

No one came.

For 15 years, I thought your royal

bloodline had been wiped out by that

witch. Now I learn at least one of you

survived. You were simply hiding

somewhere else. My father died

protecting a city.

And your father, your great king, what

did he die protecting?

Protecting me.

He shoved me into a tunnel

beneath the palace and locked the door

from the outside.

I clawed at it until all 10 fingers

bled.

And listened while they cut him

open on the other side of the door.

I was 17.

So,

you spent 15 years just surviving.

No.

I spent 15 years finding a way back

there

without dying like he did.

Get up. Someone followed us.

A king on the run.

Now returning to offer his life.

How touching.

The queen doesn't want your head,

Sekerak.

So, she's changed her tastes.

No. You're what changed. The blood of a

fleeing boy was worthless.

But the blood of a grown king bearing

the mark of the black scar has value.

Her tastes?

Take him alive.

Butcher the rest.

Anything that fails its purpose doesn't

deserve to eat. That's the difference

between a hound like you

and a king.

Your father thought the same.

Where is he now?

Too slow.

Try this, machine.

I'm not

Bashir, NOW!

VERMIN.

My eyes!