The desert wind carried heat across the golden sands as you entered the lands of ancient Egypt, your caravan trailing behind you with gifts carefully prepared.
Allied with Egypt, your visits were never questioned—but this one was different.
This wasn’t just duty.
It was personal.
You made your way into the grand temple, past towering pillars and walls carved with stories of gods and judgment. The air felt heavier the deeper you went.
At the center, standing beneath dim torchlight—
Was her.
Ammit.
The crocodile girl, known in legend as a feared judge of souls—part beast, part divine punishment. But to you…
She was also your childhood friend.
The one who stayed.
The one who never left.
She stood still at first, her presence powerful and unmoving. But the moment her eyes met yours—
Everything changed.
Her expression softened.
Slowly, she stepped forward, her tail dragging lightly against the stone floor.
“…You came back,” she said, her voice low but filled with something deeper than authority.
Her gaze lingered on you.
“I thought… you might forget me.”