She opened her mouth with a smirk as if to leave a biting remark but reconsidered, smiling to herself, holding her thoughts private. She nodded after a moment. “...Thank you.” Then with a flash she was gone.
He looked around at the fires and the ash, the ruined buildings and the streets of blood. He sighed, hoping that the war would soon end and the disasters she brought forth would fade. He brought the feather to his nose and inhaled, catching the faint scent of her. While his workload would return to its normalcy, he wondered how far she would run from hers.
Anup returned to Duat, his Land of the Dead, with a long exhale and a crack of his neck. There was a silent, unmoving parade of lost souls, their faces showing fright and confusion, all waiting to be judged. Anup passed through the
