After striking his tenuous bargain with the goddess Isis, Nathan felt the divine restraints melt away, releasing him from their suffocating grasp. A gentle wind seemed to cradle him as he descended, landing with practiced grace atop the nearest building's roof—its worn stone tiles still warm from the sun. The heavy air of divine tension dissipated, and with it, the oppressive darkness conjured by Sekhmet unraveled into wisps of smoke, vanishing into the ether as though it had never existed.
Rising to his full height, Nathan's silver-white hair caught the faint glimmers of firelight, and his sharp gaze swept across the cityscape before him.
Alexandria was in flames.
