"In the name of Amun-Ra…
...I summon you, my daughter."
Rumble!
The lightning struck down like torrential rain, illuminating Moshel's Tomb. The sky, damped with molten gold, slowly started to dim.
"Heed my call, Sekhmet."
Rumble!
The lightning ceased, rain starting to pour—a rain of crimson blood.
In a blink of an eye, Azariah transformed into a being that exuded a deep, terrifying aura.
His rank rose from being at Primeval Level to the edge of breaking into the Demigod Rank.
A rank higher than the legion of angels that descended to kill him.
At the same moment, a towering, ethereal woman in a plain black robe slowly appeared behind him.
Her pale, haunting face was accentuated by piercing red eyes and crimson lips, with her pitch-black hair swirling outward as though caught in an otherworldly force.
