Previously on the chosen people.

And here he stood, Saul of Kish, bearer of a warrior's frame, yet a stranger to the kind of battle

that would test his soul.

What do you want with me?

It's sort of out what I want, but the people.

As it turns out, you're the one who the entire nation has been pining after.

The hope of Israel.

Look upon the one the Lord has chosen.

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of praise.

Trumpets blared, and the voices of the people rose like a storm.

Long live the king, they shouted.

Long live King Saul.

For now, Saul said nothing. He stood tall, letting the moment consume him. But deep within,

the seeds of pride had been planted, and Samuel, watching from the corner of his eye, saw them

begin to take root.

The air over J. Beshe Gilead was heavy with smoke,

thick and choking, like the breath of a dragon.

Ash rained down from the heavens,

settling on the ruined fields and bloodied streets.

The red sun burned dimly behind the smoke, casting a sinister hue over the scene.

At the heart of this devastation stood King Nahash of Ammon,

mounted on a massive warhorse as black as a starless night. He surveyed the destruction with a

...