Lion Head Mesa Anubis

The Mazoi woke with a start.

Purple eyes shifted wildly; sharp breaths were pulled into his lungs. He had dreamed of Siwa again. It took the man several minutes to compose himself. When he had settled the hurt that had welled within him, Bayek noted that the first sign of sunlight was peering through the clouds and striking the water with a streak of white. His eyes stung to look at it, but it was his sign that the day was beginning.

The journey from Serpent Lake to the hallway was made easier by countless trips. He had learned his way around the territory and had discovered a modicum of confidence in his navigation. Akashingo was a beautiful land. Bayek understood the Pharaoh’s pride for it and what had been created.

Once he had entered the hallway, Bayek sniffed for the Prince @Makono. He hoped that the young wolf would accompany him on a patrol.