The glory days of The Osirian Portal feel like a passing dream. The days when you and I were rockin' in the clubs of Germany, eating strange sea
creatures in the restaurants of Japan, and sitting at the top of the CHIKARA pyramid as the Campeones de Parejas are all but a haze in my mind now. It's
all because of what you did to me, Ophidian. We were brothers. Blood! We were in this together 'til the end. Not a single soul knows me better
than you do. I never thought things would turn out this way. Under the direction of the deity Osiris, you single-handedly did this to us. You brought everything to an end.
In the eyes of his people, a Pharaoh is a God amongst men. A mighty warrior and ruler is given his chance to walk with the deities in the afterlife, if he
has fulfilled his duties while alive. The accident that sent me into retirement was unfortunate, but I accepted my fate. I accepted that the deities decided
I no longer needed to prove myself in battle. It was time for me to pass the proverbial funk to you. I would have watched you succeed from the throne of the
deities in the afterlife.
Instead of an ending befitting of the Pharaoh of Funk, I was massacred in front of thousands at "High Noon." Because a deity ordered me dead, I wasn't allowed passage
to the afterlife. The deities wouldn't accept me as one of their own. Shunned by the gods, my soulless corpse wandered the Sand Seas of Egypt without a
purpose. I marched with undead warriors for what felt like an eternity. Until one day, a sand storm swept across the sea. Whisked away by the ferocious wind,
I spun in directions I didn't know possible. It took me to a place I thought I'd never see...
The Throne of the Deities was magnificent. I could spend a millennia talking about its beauty...I digress. I stood before the deities as if I was one of them;
Anubis, Wadjet, Horus, Tefnut, and Sekhmet all towered over me. They brought me before them to give me a new purpose. Because of the manner in which I was
eliminated, they couldn't give me a seat in their chambers. Despite how much I wanted this, what they could do for me was even better. They offered me a chance
at redemption. A chance to get my hands on the devious and destructive serpent that did this to me.
Sekhmet, the goddess of healing and war, made me a Madjai. She told me I was to be "The Madjai of the Deities." She healed my body, cleansed my mind, and trained
me in forgotten forms of Egyptian combat. Upon completion, I was released back into the world. There was only one catch... I had to wait for your transformation to be
complete. Until you released my soul, I had to wait in the shadows. I had an army waiting on the sidelines. They kept me alive and made sure you didn't
forget about me, Ophidian.
War has been declared by the Deities. As we speak, Sekhmet and Wadjet move their armies into Duat to battle Osiris. I've been given the task to eliminate the most
powerful warrior Osiris has ever created...You. Ophidian, you claim to no longer be Egyptian. You claim to no longer march under Osiris. That matters not to me, nor
anyone else in this world. We all know where you came from and what you did to get there. It's time for "The Madjai of the Deities" and The Pharaoh's Army to exact
revenge on you! Then, and only then, may I search for a way to claim my rightful spot amongst the deities.