Lion Head Mesa the doors are locked trust me I know, 'cause I have tried them all

"sabah."
her name was a hushed purr upon the lips of ramesses. he had come from the bloodstains in the dirt and now followed their guard, intending to walk beside her.
"i believe the saints will return. but their great leader is gone, and he has always been the one to lead them."
the final blow of nyra's face splashed across all lips and eyes would do its work.
he looked at the guardian. "where do you see yourself in akashingo?"