The red and white glow between the stone coffins of [Osiris] and [Isis] grew brighter, further eroding the Anka Holy Symbol and the Wolf God.
But no matter how closely you look, it bore no trace of a baby's form.
Clearly, the intelligence was seriously flawed!
This was not Byron and the Radiant Queen's son, "Horus."
[Wolf God]'s expression was grim, but even grimmer was Ptolemy XIV, who had staked his life to assure the God of a bright future for himself.
This old man, who had betrayed the School, Empire, and mankind, and was less resilient than the Old Gods, let out an incredulous, panicked cry:
"Impossible.
I am the Pharaoh King, not only having long known the core ritual of that plan, but I also personally witnessed that shameless woman consider dozens of candidates.
If she had been satisfied with any of them, the child would have been born long ago.
