Two Eyes Cenote necromantic dancing

The sky bleeds.

He can see it, a distant orange casting a ghoulish light upon the moon. He walks through the reeds, feeling them touch his chest, his stomach, his flank.

Ahead, a golden barge cuts through the night. He averts his eyes, knowing it is not for his mortal sight. A crocodile looks at him from the bank, secondary membrane rolling over its eye. A lioness raises her head from a meal and wipes gristle from her maw with a sandpaper tongue. A massive scorpion duels a hippopotamus.

Akhtar observes it all with only the dull notion that priesthood won’t save him if he missteps.

Ahead, Bast seems to stretch and change, adapting into a dark panther.

The goddess beckons. The priest follows.