This... was not Ra. Hotep was... fairly certain it was not Ra, or any of the various forms Ra had been known to take, being a god of many faces. Was this a new one, shaped in the cosmos of Mythris? Or — born from the flame — a daughter, then? Come in the flesh!

Certainly Hotep had not personally encountered this particular magic before, and while be believed in stories of Sekhmet come to wreak wrath, and Osiris walking among the River people, it was quite another to bear witness himself.

She wore feather and claw, and in this he interpreted a lioness's wrath, and the balance of Ma'at. And her fur, of banded black and gold and white, surely marked her kin to Pharaoh and Queen — divine blood! From divine fire!

"Your blessing... you brought me back to life."

Blinking, Hotep shook his head and bowed low, Please, goddess — I would give you the proper obeisance, forgive your humble servant's ignorance and bless me with your name!