Josua

In a moonless night over a forgotten desert city, an aged priest and his youthful apprentice stand beneath a temple’s starlit tower, listening to a low, mournful howl that seems to rise from the very depths of the underworld. The old man’s eyes, sharpened by years of celestial study, scan the shifting clouds while his grandson gestures wildly at a looming darkness that swallows the horizon. Their conversation trembles between duty and dread, as they try to decipher whether the ominous movement in the sky signals a divine warning or a monstrous incursion.

The atmosphere is thick with ancient myth: whispers of the serpent Apep, the feared guardian of the nether realm, echo through the stone corridors, and the two priests feel the weight of countless souls trapped between worlds. As the night deepens, the pair must decide whether to confront the growing threat or retreat into the safety of ritual, setting the stage for a struggle that reaches far beyond the sands of their forebears.