Luneshale Pass pantano

bedlam reigns.

he is late to the bloodbath, falling behind but he can feel the seething hunger of the devourer of souls beneath the earth like a heartbeat. he can feel sekhmet's presence in the fray of teeth and claws. the captain. medusa. another whisking the boy to safety.

he takes it in like half-second snapshots, processing as quickly as he could even as he lunges for one of the wolves that had dared to hurt any of the pharaoh's subjects.

it didn't matter which one of muat-riya's enemies he attacked.

he didn't care.

he only wanted to enact upon sekhmet's fury and feed the unyielding hunger of the soul devourer.