Seth stepped onto the soft sandy banks of the Nile River, his eyes gazing out over its vast expanse as he sought solace from the suffocating noise within the palace walls. He had spent countless hours locked away, witnessing nothing but terror and dread etched onto the faces of his once loyal subjects. The cool river breeze caressed his cheeks, offering temporary relief from the oppressive heat and tension that seemed to permeate every corner of the palace. As he walked alongside the gently lapping waters, the distant sound of a terrified shriek pierced through the serene atmosphere. It was soon followed by the menacing growls of hungry crocodiles lurking beneath the surface.

Curiosity piqued, Seth quickened his pace towards the commotion. As he drew closer, he could discern a frantic figure struggling to reach the safety of the shore while being pursued by numerous large crocodiles. Their massive forms propelled them swiftly through the water, their jaws snapping viciously in an attempt to claim their prey.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Seth's mouth as he realized how ironic it was that this chaotic spectacle provided some semblance of entertainment amidst the oppression he faced daily.

"Indeed," he muttered under his breath, "It's even better than hippo fights. Definitely a good day..."