Lion Head Mesa uraeus

The queens guard.

Dead.

Akhtar felt a chill roll down his spine, face briefly pulling into a frown, before his head dipped towards his chest.

May she be born again by Osiris’s judgement. He spoke, before his head raised to look at the Pharoah, face a light grimace.

I will make my way to the altar as Ra finishes his descent in the sky. I will need the appropriate things brought to there before then. Food, drink, incense, whatever can be spared. I must begin my rituals. Akhtar’s brain spilled over into anxiety. He had just gotten here, and already things did not look good. But perhaps this was just a challenge the gods had placed for Akashingo.

He would find out.