Capítulo 270: Let My People Go

Egypt

Pharaoh's Palace

The grand hall of the Pharaoh's palace shimmered with wealth and power. Golden pillars lined the room, and an array of incense filled the air with the fragrance of myrrh and spices. Servants moved in the background like shadows, fanning the seated figure on the ornate throne. The Pharaoh, draped in royal robes of deep red and gold, lounged with an almost lazy authority, his sharp eyes observing the two figures standing before him. At his sides were his advisors—old men, their faces lined with wisdom, eyes hard with loyalty—and yet even they stood slightly back, wary of what might transpire.

Before him, two men—one standing with great solemnity, his hands clasped in front of him, his face weathered but strong; the other slightly behind, staff in hand, his face bearing the same age-worn marks of time, yet with a fire in his eyes. These men were Moses and Aaron. They had come for a confrontation that had been decades in the making.