God's Play

Not too far away, Sekhmet stood quietly, watching Sylvana sacrifice herself. Yet, her heart—cold and hardened over centuries—felt nothing.

For thousands of years, Sekhmet's hands had been stained with the blood of countless innocents, all in the name of returning home. If the person standing before her now hadn't shared her origins, she wouldn't have even spared a word.

But now, it didn't matter. The time had come to fight on equal ground.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Arix's voice, thick with grief, cut through the silence. Her eyes burned with hatred, staring at Sekhmet as if her rage alone could tear her apart.

For a brief moment, Sekhmet remained silent under his gaze. But then, with a steady voice, she said, "Because I want to go home."

Arix's bitter laugh filled the air, sharp and full of disbelief. "Home? I was an idiot. You let the insectoids wreak havoc, destroy lives, and still—still I pitied you. I must be a fool."