He stood near a small shelter. A white hood hid his white hair and bright grey-white eyes. Of course, by the appearance of Amen, one could say that he himself possesses some kind of mystical powers, but alas, the Gods have not yet noticed him. Seeing how the person he was watching was uses black magic, Amen's heart skipped a beat and there was a bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue. My recalcitrant Nefertut...