Azar was starting to get a little scared from the sighing man next to him. He was stealing glances at the Pharaoh as he was in his own world. It wasn't that Azar was surprised from Akhenaton was in his own little world inside his mind but, it usually wasn't like this. Usually, he looked confident, he was the master of his own mind just like he was an emperor to his empire. Now, he looked like anything but a master.
Almost as if his mind was killing him inside. The weapon that he usually used against his enemies was now being used against him…by an entity that Azar wasn't capable of seeing.
"P-Pharaoh," Azar said hesitantly. But he felt that he should warn his king as one of the suspects, in this case, was walking straight to him.
