The moment Khepri leapt from the shoulder of the archer-giant, the very air seemed to shift.
Khepri moved like a streak of brownish light—not fast in the way Alex was fast, but with a gravitational inevitability, like a planet aligning its orbit. He ran effortlessly along the body of the archer-giant, whose massive limbs shifted beneath him without shaking his balance. The law of life-force drain that clung to their stone skin meant nothing to him. He was their creator. The sculptor. The law-bearer. Their essence recognized him as the origin.
And now, he was their sword.
From within the storage space, he drew his weapon at last—his massive double-headed Khopesh.
Mana erupted around him, dancing like golden fireflies before coalescing into something far more structured. Runes etched into the air followed in his wake, forming sigils of protection, tracking, and binding. The terrain obeyed his presence, rising or splitting with every step he took.
