章 63: Seth's Bad Luck!

As the shards of destiny's broken power settled around him, Set regained control of the mystical Ankh, harnessing its energy. Beneath him, the scorched underworld transformed; blackened earth gave way to spreading sands, halting only when Set reabsorbed the Ankh's power. The sands ceased their creep, stilled by the returned artifact.

Around him, buried relics pulsated with divine force, their luminous aura casting a protective shield over the desert, warding off the oppressive miasma of the underworld. With deft manipulation, Set merged the rejuvenated human essence with the fragmented strands of fate, weaving a potent tapestry of belief throughout the netherworld. This spiritual canopy veiled the abnormalities of the transformed land.

His task complete, Set felt the urgency of departure prickling at his consciousness. Dawn was near; the sun's rise would not wait for gods or mortals.