Horus smiles. He draws a curved blade dripping green venom.
The SCORPION KING sits – a towering figure, face hidden beneath an onyx mask with eight ruby eyes. His voice is layered, echoing: scorpion king script
I didn’t save you for conversation. The tribes are gathering at Black Rock Pass. Tomorrow night. If you want revenge on the Scorpion King, you’ll need an army. Horus smiles
(Low chuckle) Now it’s a party.
I will wear your spine as a necklace.
No last words, dog.
