Not too far from the “City of a thousand Minarets” (Cairo, Egypt), a Prophecy had been filled exactly this time 5 days ago. The sun had fallen in a single file line with the Moon and the Earth; causing the gravitational pull of the Sun to amplify by three. The events of five days ago could be visibly seen in the nature of 5 days later. The ocean’s waves pounded furiously on the Mediterrian Shore line. Deep within the Pyramids of Rhan, laid a chamber sealed by the Magic of an unknown Deity, however five days ago the chamber was opened.
Sand and gravel blew through the city of Cairo, everything was still everything. The high influence of the Islamic faith was present at a first glance notice. 6.8 Million People, doing everyday’s work, not to mention the 8 or 9 million that lived just outside the city, this would be the most opportune place to set forth future plans, and Ambitions.
Taking in huge heaps of the deep and very potent air, even with its high crispness it still was sort of pestilential. The Ancient ruler of Cairo stood looking as if he had just left a lascivious scene. While sex was not what he wanted he did however have Erotic fantasies for power. Taking steps into the city he knew his obscenity would attract the attention from the constituents. Some people laughed, other points most of them jeered.
The last time he walked these streets, the great Marc Antony had be wed his mother Cleopatra, they lived a tranquil life until the armies of Octavian bore down on the walls of Egypt. His mother and father had to commit suicide so they would not be slain by the blades of Caesar. Anger and retribution had pumped through his arties. Tekken couldn’t take much more of the awkwardness; pushing his hands back he very forcefully pushed them forward; causing a huge wave of earth to bury the gawking crowd.
“Such Absurdity will not be tolerated...” the high presence of Muslims was something he would have to get used to; when he was around his people did not adulterate with the outsiders. The sand continuously danced around his shins, he felt like a helpless baby captivated by the sights of his own city. After awhile the once lively and active metro, turned Morose, there wasn’t a soul surrounding the king; this might have lifted a burden on his chest however, because now he wouldn’t have to kill anyone else, people knew he was a force.
His brow caught the sight of a faint but visible helicopter circling the city, news chopper, this was undoubtedly. Raising his hands to the heavens he summoned a powerful lightning Bolt that dealt a fatal blow to the human machinery. Happy and content with a smile on his face he walked the now, barren city to see the sights.