Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

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He knew rock could be carved, smoothed by the abrasion of water coursing along it. And now water had come to Akashingo.

Behold, Gods’ shadow is above you.

Men made shouts, spread their jaws wide.

The son of Sky-ba gave his mouth.

Women were weeping, huddled together with children, wails rising in crescendo.

The plan you conceive happens immediately, like the word of God.

Primordial roaring erupted from the crowd.

Truly you were born of chaos, for we see it by your deeds

The catacombs would level by river and blood. The very denizens in this chamber would soon be at claw-point with one another.

No one shall perish but the sinners.

The Gods thrust so much rock into Semer-wati’s path. He dragged his wrist across the the sharpened blades and watched as blood rushed from the opening. I offer oblation to Ptah, I offer to Sokar and Shetyt!

With new darkness to command his voice, the regal raged his howl for all he held dear. Toula. Khaemwaset. Den. Satakhetem. Merneith. The father moved to encase them all in prophetic embrace; arms holding Toula and their four cubs between.

“Ra loves us. Father Amun favours us. This happened according to Amun’s command. We were made in order to demonstrate power, to display majesty,” he told them. “We will seize the water like cloudbursts, for He commands inside us!”

One last kiss for his love; his life, then he knelt before the four divine faces.

“What is eternal may never die.”