If ever there was a time to just go home, it was now. Traveling through the shortcut to my own realm tempted me, but despite the need I had to return to the Mist and hide out for a bit while I figured out what to do next, I took my responsibility seriously and, with a heavy, nervous heart, entered the Crosspath.
At least Egypt seemed stabilized now, and I was responsible in part for that. So I'd take the good with the bad, even if that meant finding an all-out war raging in the green carpeted hub of Creation thanks to me and what I suspected Chaos had a hand in.
And yet, now that I had helped Ra, it made no sense to me Chaos was absently stripping the power of ancient realms without my knowing. The mist swirled and eddied inside me as she stirred in her own amused/angry/sorrowful way and
