Ra's ascent is steadfast and unyielding. His heat licked like flames at those that stood beneath his light. Taliba knew the desert heat well, she had been raised in it. Ra's flames had lessened in their spread lately, and this heat did not share the same compulsion to submit to his gaze.

Yet there is still something abnormal to this heat. A need to go on excursion that the medjay distrusted.

On the horizon the half-ogre sees a swirl, Nut and Geb meet in a flurry of air and sand. As the dust settles, a line of blue creatures is drawn like a contingency of soldiers. Unnatural, aberrant, and faceless. Were the test of the gods not over for Satriya? Or perhaps this was simply one for those present. There are strangers on her side of the front. Notably, the young looking ones held the scent of Jakten. A gemsbok also stood against the strange beings.

The medjay would not turn tail upon a potential threat to Pharaoh and Queen. The half-ogre drew her tongue across her lips, peeling them back to show in full the long teeth gifted to her. A loud bellow ripped through her throat as she surged forth to clash against the faceless entities.