Luneshale Pass si una vez

samirseti moves like the shadow of a serpent, the gleam of gold catching on his fur as he walks. his voice hums, low, steady, a hymn to the gods.

maat watches over vahanet. her feather tips the scales, her truth carves the path. only the balanced survive. his gaze shifts, sharp and unreadable. sekhmet tempers the worthy, her flame both a weapon and a cure. the sands are hers. the blood, hers too.

he stops briefly, letting his tail sweep the sand in idle thought. ra burns brightest. his gaze does not waver, his light does not forgive. only those who rise beneath it are blessed.

his golden eyes turn to ximena, glinting like molten metal. and you, maet—what will you give them? his voice drops, a whisper wrapped in heat. will you burn?