I lay against the base of the north face of the pyramid and looked up at the miles of stone. The Scripts that had been burning there were mostly dark now. The hardening was failing. The pyramid was groaning like a ship in a storm, and I did not think it had much time left.
The stranger was walking towards me, unhurried. I could feel the confidence radiating from that insect-like body. The more I looked at this abomination, the less I thought of them as gods. They were something else.
I did not think I was looking at a Demon, and I did not think this was a Celestial, but what else could there be?
Getting up took longer than I would like to describe. I should not have been alive. The Law of Flesh did not fix my back so much as decide which pieces it could spare. My spine was in pieces. I got my one leg under me and the stump of the other against the wall and pushed, and I slowly rose.
I was not fond of meeting my enemy on my back.
