“We know there are six gods. One for wealth, one for war, one for nature, one for life, and one for death. We don''t know their intentions. It could be that they guide us, meddle with our destiny for the good of all of us...or it could be that we are no more than their puppets, their pawns, in a game we are not aware of. As for the sixth god, it''s the desert itself. ” - Ali, Priest of Aida


    “Perhaps it was twisted amusement I saw, not interest,” Athia thought.


    “To see their faces again would be a blessing and a curse,” Bayek thought. “Friends...but reminders of what was lost.”


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    “I felt it...I felt it at that moment,” Athia told Bayek. “I had helped her and she bound me to her. What she held in her hand was...me, my heart or my soul...I don’t know. The goddess has all our souls, but in her hands, I felt a cold that didn’t make me shake. Instead, I felt empty.”


    more valuable than every oasis in the desert”.


    “And perhaps I will redeem myself for what I did…because the Sultan’s death doesn’t sit right in my heart,” Bayek thought.