Fires dot the canyon. A hundred warriors – ragged but defiant. Mathus stands before them on a stone dais.
The SCORPION KING sits – a towering figure, face hidden beneath an onyx mask with eight ruby eyes. His voice is layered, echoing:
(To a kneeling priest) The ritual. Now.
That’s my bounty, slaver.
(He raises his bleeding hand) Tonight, I’m not a king. I’m a curse. And I’m pointing myself at him. scorpion king script
Their leader, HORUS (bearded, cruel), steps forward.
I don’t want revenge. I want his head, his crown, and whatever’s left in his wine cellar. Fires dot the canyon
I will wear your spine as a necklace.