I remained seated in the desert long after Amunet left me.
My eyes remained fixed on the sun that oddly always remained at the top of my head.
Part of me had already come to terms with the fact that I was fighting those beyond my reach.
The game that I didn't want to play was much more prominent to my existence than anything else.
'...Leaving everything aside, I need to stop delving into the past and start learning from the mistakes I made.'
Everything that I did had some sort of flaw, be it my naivety in thinking that Isis's magic could stop Amun-Ra or my interpretation of what exactly happened at night.
'...No, I am sure that Amun-Ra and Apophis are bound to fight at night.'
Then what happened last night? Why did they not fight with each other?
'....Did they both make some sort of deal just to fuck me over?'
"..."
I don't know how I should feel about the information. It was odd and bizarre, to say the least.
