Ereshkigal dry heaved into the dirt. Mashmi’s temple seal still clutched in hand, she doubled over even as nothing but bile scorched its way up and out of her, half-blind in a mix of rage and despair, head swimming. Decades ago, word was that her once-High Priestess ran away to begin a new life, taking Kutha’s temple seal with her.
Now, having found that same bloodied temple seal outside of Irkalla’s bounds, Kigal knew she had been terribly wrong.
“Kigal!” Gamil-An cried from across the boundary river.
She could barely hear him through the ringing in her ears. From the corner of her eyes she saw him swinging his arms through the air to try to grab her attention, but she stayed frozen. Were Gamil not held back by the boundary waters, she knew he would have been at her side, demanding to
