In a voice that seemed to echo through the ages, Anubis spoke, the weight of indifference heavy upon him. "You may seek your answers elsewhere. The all-mighty Osiris now holds the threads of guidance in his hands," he drawled, his usually stoic demeanor replaced by a sense of careless disregard. His once noble duty now seemed unimportant, and he sat in his realm, watching and sulking bitterly as Osiris overshadowed him.

Ever since the passage of Osiris, and his ascension to rule, Anubis felt the heavy weight of displacement in his own realm. He harbored deep-seated resentment, particularly towards Osiris. The two deities bore a palpable sense of enmity, though it was Anubis who carried the heavier burden. It was inconceivable to the jackal-headed deity that the God of Fertility would govern over the realm he once commanded.

"I have no wish to lend you my guidance, so seek the help of Ma'at or Osiris, or remain here, but do not trouble me," he declared with a bored expression, the sharp features of his countenance reflecting both lethargy and harshness.