Far below in the underworld, A Ka Set's Clone, the weaver of fate, was struggling. He held the delicate spider thread of destiny in his hand, his face pale and his strength waning. He had underestimated the toll it would take to weave the silk thread of fate, especially with the added burden of dispelling the death energy that clung to him from the underworld.
The death energy was growing stronger, a malevolent force that A Ka Set's Clone had to constantly fight against. Not only did he have to use the power of faith to weave the threads, but he also had to expend a significant amount of his divine power to push back the encroaching death energy. This was a draining task, and unlike other gods, A Ka Set's Clone's divine power was not limitless. Each act of weaving brought him closer to exhaustion.