10/19/2025, 5:55 PM
The kingman’s had no preoccupation with a brooding sky. The critical season came upon their camp in violent wafts of winethick allure from the mountain. Outside the bower of Pharaoh did his shoulders stiffen, an affray against the compulsion to maim and sow the Jakten queen amid the ruin of her men. In his early years, he’d have fought to do so, with neither reason nor control placed on ravenings.
It was his young squadron he considered now.
Taliba. Ra . Kierkegaard. He called for medjay and mazoi, summoning also the devoted Mesen-ka #2712 from sleep.
“The einvald’s heat will draw men to this mountain. Keep vigilant.” Tersness sharpened the edge of order.
Sapair meant to secure the perimeter and avail himself in Sitamun before night's end.
It was his young squadron he considered now.
Taliba. Ra . Kierkegaard. He called for medjay and mazoi, summoning also the devoted Mesen-ka #2712 from sleep.
“The einvald’s heat will draw men to this mountain. Keep vigilant.” Tersness sharpened the edge of order.
Sapair meant to secure the perimeter and avail himself in Sitamun before night's end.