Two Eyes Cenote Hourglass

@Tanutamani

The breath of battle filled the palatial blue halls. Silence pierced. The captain lay in death's clutches. The hebsut, nowhere to be found.  Semer-wati had only grown more assured in these violent hours. Change must come to Muat-riya.

With his own embittered groan Rashepses staggered against the cool cenote walls, pooling water across a blood-smeared maw.