A large ball of light zipped through the starry night sky, seeing two figures flying up inside of it. The white hue so bright that it catches everyone's attention, stopping them from working and looked up to see what it was.

Harrow was starting to walk up the pyramid of giza steps, just arriving at the top of it as he looks over Cairo and its people. He lifts up his glowing cane, starting to chant in ancient egyptian, making a great purple light shine much bigger than before.

Beams of unbalanced souls were being sucked out of bodies, and into the mouth Ammit's mouth as she started to grow greater in size.

Harrow stopped his actions when he saw (Y/N) and Marc land on the pyramid with a thump. He charged down towards the two, ready to fight, just as the other two did the same.

When they met in the middle, the moon glowed brightly behind them, and (Y/N) and Marc rose to the air. He kneed Harrow back, while she sent a blast of her power to Harrow's chest.

Over the other side, Khonshu appeared and was fighting against Ammit now.

(Y/N), Marc and Harrow all went plummeting through the night time sky of Cairo. Mid-way, (Y/N) was struggling with Harrow, making Marc's suit shift to Steven and then back to Marc's as they got closer to the ground.

White aura surrounded them all in the air, and then the three of them collapsed on a clearing in the middle of the city near some locals. Creating a massive dent in the road as rubble flew up when they skidded onto the ground.

(Y/N) grunts as she pushes herself up from the hit, brushing off the dust and quickly made her way over to Marc. She stumbled a bit over, trying to help him up as he groans and she didn't realise Harrow behind her.

Harrow hits her temple with his cane, making her trip over and fall to the ground. Before Marc could react, he was struck too, making him fall near his fiancé.

Harrow grabs his staff, the edge of it glowing purple and was ready to fire at (Y/N). But, before he could, Layla came flying in and kicked him aside.

"Layla?" (Y/N) stutters with awe, blinking up to her as she grinned at her best friend.

Harrow rose to shoot a purple beam at her, but she held up her wings to shield herself. The power reflected back on the man and he was sent flying back with a yell.

Marc pushed himself off the ground, helping up (Y/N) as Layla turned to them and lowered her wings.

"Layla." (Y/N) breaks free from her fiance arms, and runs over to her best friend, the two of them engulfing in a big hug.

"Thank god you're okay," Layla pulls back from the hug, and slightly cupping (Y/N)'s cheek, scanning her body for injuries. "How did he get back?" Layla's eyes went to Marc in question, who walked over to them

"Layla?" Marc spoke in confusion, seeing her in a familiar suit. He went to speak again, but Steven appeared out front, "Wow, you two look amazing," He compliments with awe, this all aimed at his girlfriend but the two in front share a smile nevertheless.

(Y/N) grins lovingly at her boyfriend, about to react back to his compliment, but a noise is heard from in front. They all turn to see, Harrow on one knee as his fellow people slowly charged to attack, guns and other weapons.

Layla and Steven stood beside her, as he looked to his lover and back to her best friend. "Hey, I'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have."

"All right, show us what you got." (Y/N) challenged her boyfriend, nodding her head to the side as she smirks at Layla.

"Yeah?" Steven agreed with a bright expression, as he gained two encouraging smiles. The white mask closed over his head, as he started to run where the enemies were.

(Y/N) shares a nod of determination with Layla, as the two of them joined the fight.

Steven was armed with his truncheons, sprinted towards Harrow and took down every follower in their path. Layla flew and twisted through the air with her wings, the sharp edges cutting down the men. (Y/N) was using her psionic energy to blast or push away the attackers in her way, trying to stay close to her lover and best friend.

Harrow goes to aim a beam of purple at (Y/N), but she sensed it coming just in time. She span in her spot, kicking her body up and flipped herself over it, just scraping her capes against it. She lands with a thud, and goes to aim a white blast at his legs.

At the same time, Steven goes to throw one of his trunchenos and Harrow deflects both hits towards him. Marc caught the metal pole as he was out front now, and took down a man going to attack (Y/N) with it.

Marc jumped over a car and tossed two of his crescent blades, each of them taking out the male's at his sides. (Y/N) helped her fiancée, as she wraps her white psionic energy around two of the male's, ignoring their yells and slammed their heads together. She grunts as she blasts the two unconscious male's away into a brick wall.

Layla had taken out all the people in her way, getting up to where Harrow was and started to swing her wing at Harrow.

(Y/N) heard the commotion and joined where she was, Marc soon doing the same thing. The three of them attacked Harrow at once, aiming their weapons and powers at him full force. The had managed to weaken him, nearly backing him up into a deflesslness position, until he suddenly slammed the scepter to the ground and a blast of purple hurled them all back.

The (H/C) haired girl didn't have time to protect them from the blast, as she lands against a pole with a loud groan.

Harrow stormed his way over to her, his face showing he meant business. He presses his staff against her, as she was quick to shoot her hands up and stopped the staff mid way with white psionic energy wrapping around it. He tried to press down against her power, making her grunt and hold her hands up more, not backing down.

Steven saw what was happening, becoming enraged seeing his lover about to get hurt. He went to tackle Harrow into the nearby room, punching and kicking the male away. He was going good, to the point where he could take a second to fix his coat and dust off his shoulders.

Harrow caught Steven's next kick, and threw him through the wall into the next shop over. He went to follow him, when a grappling hook cut into the wall behind him and Marc blasted towards him, kicking him back.

Harrow collided hard with the wall behind, and went to attack again with his staff. However, (Y/N) had caught in her hands, white wisps of her power coating it as she grunted and forced him back against the building.

He tried to attack the girl, but Layla shoved him back with her wings, and Marc punched Harrow away from his fiancé. The three of them went to attack the scepter, trying to break it in half.

They all continued to struggle over the scepter, pushing Harrow back who strained against all three of them, struggling even more when (Y/N)'s power went to wrap around him.

Harrow knew he would lose if he didn't do anything. His eyes moved over to see locals all getting into a van, trying to escape. The purple beam bursted from the cane, hitting the van full of people, moving towards where a young girl was taking cover.

Layla dove to shield the girl who cowered from the incoming van, while (Y/N) was quick to lower herself behind the flipped van and pushed with both hands to stop the moving van. Her white glowing energy wrapped around it, successfully stopping it.

"Are you guys Egyptian superheroes?"

(Y/N) and Layla glanced behind them, when the little girl questioned in arabic.

The two girls understood the language, smiling at each other and then at the little girl, "We are." They answered in the same language.

Layla ripped off the back door of the van, while (Y/N) urged them all out in arabic, and the people inside run out to safety. Once they were all safe, she ran around the side of the empty van and came face first with another lot of disciples.

She was quick to throw her hands forward, and make a white energy forcefield around herself, deflecting their gunfire before she broke free and kicked the males away from Layla with a blast.

Behind them, Marc and Harrow were still fighting over the cane. But, just then Harrow twisted and threw the male across the broken road, and Marc barely managed to block his next blast with his armor.

"Had Ammit been allowed to rule, young Randall's life would've been saved," Harrow started to speak, as the purple beam continued to blast Marc, "Your family would've been happy. She need only removed one weed from the garden. You."

(Y/N) gasps in alarm seeing her fiancé in this position, going to try and help, but saw how Marc grabbed his crescent blades and used them against Harrow, turning the purple light to him instead.

Marc yells out at the force of the power, getting another crescent blade out, but it was thrown out of his hand and pinned Layla's wings to the van. A massive blast of purple erupted, forcing Marc onto his back as Layla protected herself with her one wing left.

(Y/N) watched with wide eyes, feeling frozen in her spot as she hears her heartbeat thudding in her ears. Her boots wouldn't move as Harrow gets closer to Marc's weak body, she couldn't move her body to save him, she was going to lose him, lose them again—

Just as Harrow advanced to aim a final blast at Marc, the familiar figure of (Y/N) jumped in front of him and stopped the blast with her arms crossed like an X. Her face looked incredibly enraged as her eyes now glow white and her hair flew around like crazy above her head.

(Y/N) wasn't about to lose her boys again, not now, not ever. She yells out as the purple beam pushes against her arms, making herself push her own white energy back at Harrow's hit. Their powers meeting in the middle, creating a show of bright lights.

Her face grimaces as she feels the strain on her muscles, slightly screaming out in pain now, as she gets forced onto her knees by the beam coming from his cane.

Marc craned his head forward, seeing how his fiancée was up against Ammit's power. He knew she only stepped in front of the hit because of him, and he knew that Ammit's staff would slowly take her life away. Fury and terror entered his veins now.

He wasn't about to let that happen. He lost (Y/N) already, once too many times. He couldn't lose her again, he couldn't live in a world without her in it. This time though, he was not gonna let her slip away.

(Y/N) felt her body trembling, feeling her life-force almost draining from her as she continues to hold up against the purple beam. Her white eyes flickered, as well as her white energy pushing back against Harrow's body. She knew she was getting weaker, and she couldn't keep this up much longer. Shit, shit, shit. This was a dumb idea.

However, a sudden body collided with her back and tackled her out of the way. She yelped out of breath at the hit, about to look up and see her saviour, but the hand covering the back of her head pushes her face into their chest, caressing her hair a little.

"Ya puedes descansar, Mi Amor. Déjame el resto a mí." The familiar deep rumble of Marc's voice spoke to her, but she frowned confused at the pet name. She hadn't heard the one before, nor heard him talk in spanish.

( Translation : You can rest now, Mi Amor. Leave the rest to me. )

(Y/N) goes to protest and question this, but she was met with a hard kiss against her brow and a hand covering her eyes. Once again, she was left confused, but followed his silent instructions and kept her eyes shut tight, holding her injured arm to her chest.

She wouldn't disobey his instructions, and she trusts Marc and Steven with her life. But she knew, that something was off with how he interacted with her.

The hands holding her gently were slowly removed, and that's when all hell broke loose.