Somewhere in Egypt.
Tang! Tang! Tang!
Loud repeated sounds of metal colliding against something were heard in the air as a group of slave workers could be seen diligently hammering the tool in their hand at a stone wall.
These people had been working on this seemingly meaningless task for so many days that one could even wonder what their intention was to do such a thing.
Suddenly, their attention was distracted and attracted by a loud sound, a sound that was different than the one their tools made.
CRACK!!
A loud shout of someone resounded through the air. "It's open!! It's finally open! Quick! Someone go and tell the queen about this!!"
…
Hours later, a convoy was seen moving through Egypt's well-known yellow desert at high speed. The piercing ray of light that the sun radiated above and the scorching hot weather that existed in the area seemed unable to slow them down, as the convoy swiftly made their way toward a certain direction.
