Khasekhemwy raised his hands like before, approaching the undead with measured steps, he did not know what the red sand was capable of, but to him, it was an anomaly, such sand did not exist, or at least, it wasn't supposed to exist.
The sand was determined by the ruling Undeviginti, that was how it was supposed to be, this was how it had always been as far as their civilisation went back to, so for an unknown being that lacked the ability to wield vapour, to be capable of manifesting and controlling their own sand was simply ludicrous.
Sand manipulation was an aspect of wielding vapour, but that could only be done if one's patron Undeviginti was sovereign, and it was rarely very efficient, but still, that was how it should work, whatever Ir'Houwl was doing looked like the realm's equivalent to black magic in the eyes of the two livings.
Moreover, there was something sinister about the red sand…
