With a heavy sigh, Set stilled the whirlwind of thoughts raging in his mind, focusing instead on the pressing matters at hand.
"Should I seek assistance from Sobek's mother?" he wondered, pacing slowly. The desert sands beneath his feet whispered secrets of ancient power, reminding him of the urgency of his quest.
However, he concluded that such an action could wait until after the crucial upcoming assembly of the gods. "First, I must journey to the reed marsh," Set decided. There, he intended to cleanse the curse that tainted his dominion over humanity, and merge this reclaimed power with his own, thus fortifying his authority.
Without such action, Set knew he would enter the divine meeting diminished, vulnerable to injury or worse, due to the fragmented desert authority he wielded.
He had briefly conversed with Hathor earlier, offering her words of gratitude and concern before he set off for the desert's edge to await the cloak of nightfall.