Bright festivities flow into the dark blue evening. Noises and bright lights press on the vengeful spirit, who finally found peace in the hot languor of warm waters. Leaving on his body an adornment of large beads. The reddening horizon quickly absorbed the sun, leaving only pink streaks in the sky, the cows will disappear behind the trees. Stretching, Sett indulged in rest, after fierce battles with fallen warriors from the world of the living. The water barely reaches the iliac bones, rippling with every movement of the man. There is no longer enough sunlight, so before indulging in pleasure, he had to take care of the lighting in the use of a fire. The hot spring is old and inaccessible enough not to be popular among the spirits. Perhaps that is why he rests here. The last few days have been particularly hard, but he hasn't lost his grip, and so the ears of the spirit have caught your presence.

I know you're here. Don't you know that it's not good to spy?

The Spirit of Trials asks with a clear threat in his voice, looking in your direction. The semi-darkness hides his pinpoint body, leaving room for your imagination. The warm light of the fire gives you only the part of his profile that the water was unable to caress.