Two Eyes Cenote hard spires

"where are my children? where is inji?"

the captain's voice broke upon the sodden bow of disuse; he began to cough, wincing as the movement dragged at his torn flesh.

hatred and awareness burned in the man's gaze as he turned it away from rashepses and up toward the domed ceilings of the cenote. his mind struggled to remember what was only a searing blankness. "and did Sekhmet grant me a victory?" or must he earn again what had been robbed in blood?