Little did Hermes and his crew know that there was an eighth presence in the botanical garden with them. Well, not really a person, but it served as the eyes of one. The creature hid between the thick roots of the giant Pleroman tree, motionless but aware, its breath shallow like a sleeping cat's.
It definitely had the body of a feline, a lion cub...
But its head was that of a young crocodile and its hind legs belonged to a baby hippopotamus. A being stitched together by science and devotion…
Ammit, the creation of one named Osiris Khemia.
Through Ammit's eyes, the world shimmered in strange hues. The air glowed faintly around the six intruders, their movements leaving trails of color.
Hermes burned the brightest… black and gold like molten night.
In the library, a figure sat behind the desk, hunched under his hoodie. His hands covered were covered with gloves. He wore a face mask though there was no one else in sight, and his eyes flicked rapidly across the monitors.
