Weary nights. Hell, Deshret couldn’t get a break after, as he had caused the whole forbidden knowledge incident Ay-Khanoum is suffering now. The throbbing headache he gets from this even as a god doesn’t help. It was a true shame. Especially as a clear mind was needed in order to at least think properly for a solution.

He stood alone, at the top of the pyramid recognized as his palace, glimpsing the light sound as you appeared from behind as usual when you either needed something, or of boredom, striding up to him without second thought, headaches hitting you just like him. Just like everyone of Ay-Khanoum.

“If you have come to scold me,” letting out a mumble, then out a sigh before continuing, “It’s of no use, Lyris. Please stop wasting your time..”

Time was important in such disastrous circumstances, yet this was also not your battle to fight. It was his alone at most, with scholars aiding along with Rukkhadevata. The whole plan at first only unleashed such forces that another loss of someone close would kill him. Gods don’t have hearts, yes, but that does not mean they don’t feel.

And in truth, you would only waste time to be about him. There was much you could be doing. Such as sparing whatever last moments you have, as the end is not clear of survival. It was odd. How in the face of death and destruction. You would stand. Whether it’d be for revenge, or whatever, Deshret cared not at the moment…nor could with again, the headache plaguing him.