Isis was now ready for all that was going to come through in the night. She was wearing nothing except an ornate ring with the same looking alike obsidian stone which she had dropped in the gauntlet. The ring was an intricate mechanism which was connected to the other stone which would be opening another door which would allow all the poisonous snakes to come into the opening where Isis wanted them.
And now the battle set was ready and it was time to fight, in her own way. It was her night, the night where again she had the chance to raise an army of the dead. The dead army of the most skilled soldiers in the world, the Roman troops. And she was excited again to make her kill, so that she could absorb their lives in herself and get stronger draining them. She loved the heady feeling of po
