Lion Head Mesa The winged sun

“My children have all turned from what i thought was Ma'at's way.”

Redstone bowels growled in riposte, not the grind of old rock but a primordial testament. Silence again fell and the jaw of the king clutched firmly. Erpa-ha would know the ways to appease capricious deities.

But it was Semer-wati who knew the truth: someone was attempting to break Akashingo. “If the Gods are displeased— it is we who have displeased them.”

A paw came to brush against the wall, almost affectionately, yellow eyes flashing. A low, rumbling growl scourged again from deep within the earth. Louder this time, closer; a heavy, ponderous rasp.

"You must guide her back to the righteous path, consort."