Akila,
Akila felt her powers drain, and she dropped to the ground, clutching her chest tightly.
Her chest was aching, and her heart stopped beating for a moment. Her fears came true.
Seth was facing the consequences of saving her, and she was here, uselessly.
Heba called her name and kneeled beside her, hugging Akila's cold, shaking body.
"Your highness, what happened? Please tell me what you need and I will help you as much as I can."
Heba murmured, hugging her tightly, and Akila looked back at Heqet, who was gazing at her thoughtfully.
"You can't help her daughter of Babu. The god is in the darkest, lowest prison in the hell of the underworld. No one can reach him but certain gods."
Heba looked up, glaring at the witch woman, making Akila sigh. This isn't the right time to act like this.
"I want to see him."
The young queen said firmly. She didn't ask this time. No, she demanded, and she will get what she wanted.
