[As Set flits around the temple’s initial chamber, running hands and eyes over the ruined and mangled works of devotion within, Liem wonders if the god will find something in his examinations to explain his mysterious feeling of familiarity with the place. Is that not why they had journeyed all the way here, through that strange and frightful wood that had fought them every step of the way?
But he is not a god, and he does not expect the melancholy that seems to afflict Set when he is confronted with this desecration of the divine. His attention is plucked away from the relief in font of him to return to the other man, observing him as he traces fingertips over the curves and lines still gracing the stone. The horror dawning over his face makes Liem’s brows snap together.]
Set? Do you know this place—?
[His words fall on deaf ears. Heedlessly, the god turns and beelines straight for the inner chamber, with Liem in close pursuit, following Set to where the enormous, decapitated statue still awaits them. And that sense of motionless, held-breath presence swells as they go deeper, making the hair on the back of Liem’s neck prickle with each hurried step he takes over the worn stone.]
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But he is not a god, and he does not expect the melancholy that seems to afflict Set when he is confronted with this desecration of the divine. His attention is plucked away from the relief in font of him to return to the other man, observing him as he traces fingertips over the curves and lines still gracing the stone. The horror dawning over his face makes Liem’s brows snap together.]
Set? Do you know this place—?
[His words fall on deaf ears. Heedlessly, the god turns and beelines straight for the inner chamber, with Liem in close pursuit, following Set to where the enormous, decapitated statue still awaits them. And that sense of motionless, held-breath presence swells as they go deeper, making the hair on the back of Liem’s neck prickle with each hurried step he takes over the worn stone.]