Luneshale Pass looks like there's no more room in hell for me

the man was dispelled, berated, dragged off for mauling.

khusobek would remember the look of zaahira and his pharaoh-to-be forever.

his snarls rent the air. the man would be given no quarter before he was thrown from the land.

deep within germanicus, there was a cracking and a give as ribcage slanted beneath the impact of striking the much larger man.

but it was for bear, for in the next moments did the guardians of akashingo and muat-riya carry off the man, and germanicus hid his agony with a sharp nod to toula.

he meant to help the servant to her feet. "i will return with you to the palace."

it was not a request, not this time, and his yellowpaint eyes cut behind himself at the scene of writhing sand.