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"Kuura is waiting, my Emperor," said Spyridon as he walked alongside Zaros across the sandy ground through the desert canyon. "Up ahead, at Al-Kharid. It's about two hours from here. Do you need water?"
Zaros waved his hand. "I'm fine, Spyridon. We'll be at Al-Kharid soon."
Zaros looked over to his other side, where Zamorak walked. The General had said nothing since they left Khaseph. He had been speaking to Enakhra before that, but he was oddly silent now. What was his problem?
"I don't like the look of the sky," remarked Akthanakos. Sure enough, a thick layer of black clouds were massing behind them, heading their way.
"I wouldn't worry about those clouds," Zaros said calmly. "They're on our side. Worry about that sandstorm coming in from the east."
Akthanakos whipped his head around, and then he saw the signs of an approaching sandstorm. "That's not good," he groaned.
Zaros lowered his head. "Aithama," he whispered inaudibly.
They walked on, and the sandy mass on the horizon got closer and closer. Then, all of a sudden, it disappeared.
"What the--" began Akthanakos.
"They're here," Zaros replied.
Spyridon's eyes darted around. "Impossible! They're everywhere!"
Sure enough, on the rocky walls on either side, dozens of women in black robes appeared one by one. They had surrounded Zaros's group in a matter of seconds.
Zaros silently scanned the ranks of the priestesses. He couldn't tell which one was Aithama. Then, he saw her. She had blended herself into the crowd to avoid being seen, but Zaros could tell the difference. He disregarded the rest of the women. Only Aithama interested him.
Spyridon drew his dagger, as did Akthanakos with his scimitar. "We'll fight our way out, then."
"Go!" snapped Akthanakos, and they were off. They left Zaros and began to attack Amascut's priestesses.
Aithama smiled, and Zaros suddenly had a very bad feeling.
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