Little clouds of dust were kicked up beneath your sandals as you tread the winding path upwards, your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the day spent training beneath the weight of the deserts unrelenting heat. “We are close, now.” Bayek promised from ahead of you.
“Thank the Gods.” You muttered through a small pant.
“Only such harsh training will breed a skilled warrior, and a true assassin.” He reminded, smiling lightly over his shoulder at you.
You nodded, bracing your body through the small pang of nerves as you pushed stiff legs to follow your mentor. The sun was hotter than usual today, as if for your torment Ra had it beat down on your back like the rod of a priest given in punishment. How you missed the cool, clean rooms of home, the sweet perfumes of incense, you remembered the frankincense burning this morning, fresh and crisp. You shook your head, not wanting your mind straying in the final lengths of the climb to such