The newer Scions probably would’ve been in a lot of trouble
had they been there on our own. But our
foes, scorpions that moved through Earth as though it was water, weren’t at all
a match for high-level demigods. It was
almost a bloodless victory on our part.
Just a scratch on one of the newer Scions because Cindy didn’t get her
safely to high ground quickly enough.
But the creatures died easily enough.
Claire and Ken one-shotted one of the things a-piece. I smoked the other three, literally. Caught them all with a bolt of
lightning. It was…exhilarating,
addictive, wielding the raw fury of the sky like that. Almost as much as wielding the power of death
had been down in the depths of Helheim.
In one instant I lit the canyon with an almost blinding flare of light,
reduced our attackers to fried husks, and fused a decent-sized chunk of desert
into glass (kept a chunk of that as a souvenir).
I’ve truly come to enjoy the thickening of the ichor in our
veins. And not just because we become more
powerful, closer to being gods in our own right. But because we grow ever closer to the primal
forces that we wield, become capable of wielding them in new ways. It’s intoxicating.
But I digress. It
looks like we would’ve had a group of vultures set on us almost as soon as the
scorpions were finished off. But Andrew
did, well, something to ensure that nobody else would find us on the way to
Imhotep’s tomb. A relatively unassuming
trick at first glance, but infinitely more important than it would first
appear. Just the sort of thing you come
to expect from him. And it worked wonderfully in getting us to the tomb without
any further incident.
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