It had been centuries since the last pharaoh had fallen into a slumber akin to death. She lay at the very bottom of the pyramid temple, guarded by her trusted Anubis. The last war with the Apophis had drained her of her power and she’d been recovering ever since. There weren’t many still alive who remembered Amira Nefertiti and the age of the Pharaoh was little more than a distant memory. There was a time her word had been law and she had ruled over the Monster Girls of the world, but the world had evolved without her. At first there had been unbridled chaos and a series of mini-skirmishes between varying factions until each broke off into what became an unspoken type of peace until even those battles had faded, but nobody had ever stepped up and taken up the mantles as Ruler of the Monsters.
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