“Navigating the desert is tricky at the best of times. The searing sun discourages travel during the day, and the nights are frigid and encourage uncomfortable sleep. It is easy to get lost among the curves of its many dunes and even easier when a sand storm changes the face of the desert. Yet, despite its unpredictability, many of us who live here admire it and trust it with our lives. It is for these reasons that I believe that the god of the desert is a woman.” - Necho the Mad


    “She thinks I am racked with guilt,” Bayek thought. “That I regret my decision. No, I do not! It was the right thing to do! I saw blood, I saw death. I saw him take my people! His blood for theirs.”


    “The warriors of the First Lion have fallen low since those days,” Bayek thought bitterly.


    “It was always heading that way,” Bomani’s words repeated in Bayek’s mind.


    “Where are you?” Bayek thought as if he were a hunter tracking elusive prey.


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    “The powers of Vel,” Athia thought. “Once free, I wonder if he would grant me a boon of luck? Best not ask.”


    “Eternity lies before these people,” Athia thought. “My heart sinks just thinking of a life trapped here.”