Inanna’s war-horn blared from the skies, and the crimson-haired goddess descended upon the city, breastplate glinting and fiery eyes rimmed in khol. Her father, Sin, was close behind, stone mace gripped tight in his raised arm.
Seizing her crook in hand, Kigal rose to her husband’s side as the sun began to evaporate the clouds shrouding Ekkur.
One look at Mummu’s pale face told her all she needed to know. His hold on Tiamat, though still there, was slipping from his hands like water through a net.
A shrieking wail pierced Kigal’s ears. She clapped her hands over them and winced as the ground shook again. Something about it sounded otherworldly, but too real to be an illusion. As if the primordial serpent herself was standing in the room.
“Where do you need me?” Inanna landed in the meg
