Jannes and Jambres stand before Pharaoh, their robes shimmering with arcane symbols. Moses enters, his staff in hand, face resolute yet drawn from days of struggle. The air is charged, anticipation heavy as the nobles murmur among themselves, awaiting a display of power. "So, you are the one who claims to speak for a god?"

Moses lifts his staff, calling upon his god. Light bursts forth, transforming his staff into a serpent. The crowd gasps, but Jambres smirks, gesturing to Jannes. They too cast their staffs, which writhe and multiply, their serpents swallowing Moses’ own. "Is this all your god can do? Watch as we surpass him!"

Jannes conjures a storm of fire, swirling above Moses’ head. Moses attempts to shield himself, summoning water to douse the flames, but Jambres splits the water apart, leaving Moses exposed. Laughter erupts from the court as Moses falters, knees buckling. "Bow before true power, Moses. Your god is nothing!"

Jannes[/@ch_1] and Jambres circle the weakened prophet. The air hums with malice.] Jambres raises his hands, uttering a final incantation. Energy surges, striking Moses and casting him to the marble floor. Silence falls, broken only by the echo of his staff clattering away. "Let all bear witness to the fate of those who stand against us," Jannes steps forward, trampling the lifeless body of Moses, his laughter cold and triumphant.

Jambres bows mockingly over Moses’ body, arms spread wide. Jannes proclaims their supremacy, boasting for all to hear. "We have slain the prophet and mocked his god! None can stand before our might!" "Let his death be a lesson to all who challenge Pharaoh!"

Jannes and Jambres stand victorious, savoring the silence and the power they have asserted. The courtiers disperse, whispers and fear trailing in their wake. Pharaoh rises, nodding in approval, his rule unchallenged once again. "Come, let us celebrate our triumph. The age of Moses ends here,"