Chapter 175: A Fallen Idol

Albrecht stood over the spot where Horus had fallen, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The battle had taken a toll on him, but he had emerged victorious—or so he thought. As the desert winds began to die down, a deep, ominous rumble echoed through the sands. The ground beneath Albrecht's feet trembled, and the air grew heavy with an unnatural energy.

Suddenly, the sand where Horus had fallen began to swirl, forming a vortex of golden light. Albrecht's eyes narrowed as he stepped back, his instincts screaming that the fight was far from over. The adventurers, who had been cautiously approaching, halted in their tracks, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

From the vortex, a towering figure began to rise. Horus, now in his true form, emerged from the sands, his body shimmering with divine energy. His wings, once folded, now spread wide, casting a shadow over the desert. His eyes, burning with a fierce, unyielding light, locked onto Albrecht.