Location: Giza – Battlefield – Twilight
They came from the sky.
From the sea.
From the dunes.
Tanks, jets, drones.
Men. Women. AI-commanded fleets.
The united forces of Earth stood together beneath the shadow of the pyramids.
And the Priests?
Still twelve.
Still floating.
Still untouched.
Then the voice came.
Not through radios.
Not through sound.
But within the minds of every soldier present.
"You brought your best.
We bring our beginning."
The ground cracked.
The sky dimmed—not with clouds, but with light being swallowed.
And from the top of the Great Pyramid, rising slow like a sun that bled…
A Red Lotus.
Ten stories tall.
Petals like curved blades.
Its heart glowing with the light of a collapsing star.
One priest raised both hands.
"From the breath of Amun, we summon the flame that first shaped the world."
The Red Lotus bloomed.
And with it—came destruction.
The Sky Burned.
Missiles evaporated before launch.
Tank armor liquefied into black stone.
Soldiers screamed as time bent, reality folded, and memories turned to ash inside their minds.
Entire squadrons vanished—erased from existence as if they'd never been born.
All beneath the rain of petals that glowed red with ancient wrath.
Location: Cairo Command – Emergency Broadcast
Screens went blank.
Signals dead.
Last footage showed a scarlet wave spreading outward from Giza like ink in water.
Someone whispered:
"It's not a weapon…
It's a cleansing."
Location: Hollow Earth – Core Passage
Mike collapsed to his knees.
His chest burned.
Not with pain.
With light.
Adam turned. "Dad?!"
Mike gasped. "I felt it… the Lotus."
He looked at his hands.
Something pale was blooming in his palms—veins glowing soft white.
A symbol curled across his wrist:
🌼 — The White Lotus.
Memory flooded in.
Mike saw:
The Red Lotus blooming over Atlantis, 12,000 years ago.
The fall of Thinis, swallowed in fire.
A White Lotus hidden in the tomb of the first priest who refused to kill for Amun.
A voice—feminine, ancient, gentle—whispered through him.
"For every fire…
There is a root.
For every wrath…
A second bloom."
Mike stood slowly, glowing.
"I know what I am now."
Adam stared at him.
"You're not just a professor anymore, are you?"
Mike smiled faintly, sadness in his eyes.
"No.
I'm the last man chosen…
to refuse divinity."
Cut to: Surface – Giza Crater
Smoke.
Ash.
Nothing moved.
Only one thing remained:
The Red Lotus, pulsing slowly.
Waiting.
For the final heir to stand before it.