The end of days had come. That night, the jungle fully emptied itself of worshipers and Jaffa, disgorging itself as if sickened thousands upon thousands into the main complex. The same happened across the planet to every unveiled pyramid ship.

There hadn't been such a celebration, the earth thundering under feet, since Sobek's resurrection, and the air clamored with chanting and war drums. When morning's first light shown on Ur-Niwa, the fleet would leave the planet. The majority of the guards were already on the ships, leaving only a bare contingent left in the structure the crew's cell was in.

This was their chance. Their only chance.