In the dim light of the desert twilight, a striking figure stood, Liss sharp features twisted into a sinister smile. Clutched in his arms was a black cat, its fur as dark as the encroaching night, save for the glint of a golden ring adorning its ear.
The black cat, with a stretch and a lazy flick of its tail, replied, "It's Sekhmet."
"What is your authority?" Sekhmet asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and command.
"It records the origin of the world," the man Lis answered, his gaze piercing.
The man scanned the horizon of the oasis, noting its similarity to countless others he had seen. "Was Bastet also nearby? Is he the new god?" Sekhmet inquired, her tone casual yet probing.
Bastet, comfortably nestled in the man's arms, murmured with a yawn, "You came really quickly, Thoth."