Luneshale Pass just an appendage

The Gods will show them the way, she says it as if she is willing it to be truth; as if it is truth. The age of man's chokehold on society crumbles before their very eyes, and she revels in it.
I will escort you to my favorite place to pray.
First, she stops at her makeshift resting place. Between Zaahira's teeth now is a small offering: a smooth stone marbled with bright scarlet, wrapped hastily between leaves.
Linking one arm with the Queen's own, with a leisured pace she leads her through the barren shale. Sagebrush and cholla surround in great expanse, a sea of nothing as the glare of Akashingo's outpost fades behind them.
The river that cuts the ridgeland, small but strong, rests now at the womens' feet. I come here so that They may hear me best, there was no altar here, not yet, but here she feels Them no less — a spark lit, a great presence within her very soul. it is my own altar.
The soon jodai had become zealous in her ways. No longer did the wild spirit roam. Sekhmet will heed our word.

Behold, I smell the earth before the mighty one.
Behold how I have kept the vigil in the shrine of Sekhmet.
Behold, I am the child, the child of Sekhmet, the lady of the east.
I am with her. I am one with her.
I am Sekhmet and the flames of all those who praise her.
I am the hand of the powerful goddess, wearer of the solar disc. I am the twice beautiful one, more splendid than yesterday.
I am she who goes forth with Ra. I am she.