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I watched as Bast picked up his goddess-sister by the throat, and a collar appeared around her neck. A Containment Collar. He glared at her, "This is to keep you from causing trouble."He threw his sister unceremoniously to the floor, his eyes glancing up just as Shard makes a run for the double doors. The elf glanced up and held up his hand, reinforcing the wards the Queen set on the doors to keep them sealed. Shard yowled in defeat, clawing at the doors in desperation. Krol ignored her and walked over to where Bast stood over Sekhmet.
"Is she mortal?" he asked.
"As mortal as you or anyone else," the Bright One replied as he looked at his sister in disgust.
"Really?" Krolaun mused, walking over to where Sekhmet lay prone on the floor.
Sek stared at him in hatred, but his eyes burned far more than hers. He placed a booted foot under her chin, gently lifting it up.
"You will burn in the Abyss," Sekhmet hissed.
"If I can't have Shard, then you'll do," he said and with the other foot, he brutally kicked her headlong on the side of her face. She flew up against the wall, hitting it hard. She roared in pain, able to experience it in her mortal body.
The Queen rose, "Stop this!"
Absolute quiet fell upon the room, but Bast turned to regard the Tyberan monarch, "But of course, Amyrl."
I could no longer stave off the darkness that hovered around my vision. I closed my eyes, intending only to rest for a moment. That was all I needed. Rest...
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