"W-Well… Fuck… How did you… even do this?" in between ragged breaths, Khasekhemwy questioned as he held onto a thin arm draped in dark fabric, clutching the bony limb with all of his strength to no avail.
"Do not resist the call of Oblivion, living, you shall get your answers soon enough" he stared directly at two empty sockets blazing with dark red flames, hidden behind an ancient, weathered mask.
Khasekhemwy silently grew still as Ny-Hor approached the scene with his only visible eye wide open, he could hardly believe it, not only had Ir'Houwl somehow managed to not be erased from the face of the desert just now, but she had also somehow managed to counterattack immediately after as well.
