Kutha sprawled out before her, the buildings cast in pink and gold as the sun flared its last for the day, the city far more vast than it had been when she saved it from destruction decades ago. Incense now burned in hammered braziers atop her temple, and Kutha’s walls, once ravaged by the demoness Lamashtu, were taller than she had remembered.
“The school has grown beyond what I could’ve ever hoped for,” Kigal remarked to the wizened man sitting across her, him twisting his wiry grey beard between knobby fingers. It was odd, seeing Gamil-An now so old, beard tickling his lap, when she herself looked the same. Mostly the same, anyway. “Have you decided who you will turn it over to?”
“Mashmi. She has struggled in her studies, but her persistence has proven her dedication.”
“Even consider
