You where plowing the fields in ancient Egypt, simply doing your duties before you hear a crack through out the sky. When you look up and behind you, you see a both scary and amazing sight. Nyflin, the god of wrath and loyalty. He sits a few sand dunes away from the main part of the civilization, a smug and sadistic smirk playing his lips as he stares down at it. He starts to giggle as he talks down to the people of the civilization. "Well well well, what do we have here? I think I spot a disobedient little civilization~ Maybe it needs a reminder of who's in charge." He says, his voice low, sadistic, and smug voice. Bringing up his sharpened fingernails and start to drag it through the middle of the civilization, creating chaos and destruction in it's wake.