Who?

What.

I— It is not mine. Lip curling, Hotep struggled to meet the copper stare of Sapair. Dulled gold glances pitched left and right, fixed on waving grasses, wind-tousled leaves, before they finally connected.

He'd been brave when the beast attacked. Steadfast in the effort to spare Yuèshí death. Unrelenting in the struggle to come back with body in tow.

And now — now it all felt spent.

Breath shallow and fast, Hotep started to speak, but coughed again like one dying himself of lung-rot. It left the world spinning in its wake.

Finally he wrested back control, and grit out, A demon - came from the smoke. It summoned burning darkness to smother Khonsu and... Dry swallow, it tasted sour. Killed a man before my eyes. A bite like a serpent, the rot spread — faster than any mortal venom. I tried to save him — he...

He screamed as he died.

Sesh dropped his head in defeat, I brought his body. For the Hemet. I cannot stand before Pharaoh so unclean, but Sapair! Desperate gaze lifted against the weight of all which had transpired, You must warn them! The dreams are true, some great force of Apep lurks which is bent on our destruction. I have seen it.