Mother, May I
Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.
And because apparently one serpent horror isn’t enough, Apep, Egyptian god of chaos, arrives next. If there's a correlation between being evil and being ugly as fuck, this confirms it.
Thankfully, our gods were waiting for this. In a flash, they descend. Old enemies clash—chaos versus order, darkness versus light.
I’ve just torn a claw through an enemy’s face when someone grabs my arm. I whirl, ready to strike—until I see Alexander.
“We need to move!” he yells over the battle’s roar.
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