Njord's phantom fleet sailed through the desert sands, his ghostly vessels carrying the souls of drowned enemies into battles they could never escape. The Norse sea god's beard flowed like currents as he summoned tides that existed in dreams and memories.
For a moment that stretched like eternity, it seemed as though the Egyptian pantheon might fall entirely. Their perfect formations were breaking, their divine order cracking under the assault of forces that refused to follow any rules but their own.
But then Ra's voice boomed across the battlefield with the authority of cosmic law itself: "ENOUGH!"
The sun god's solar disk flared with such intensity that even the desert sand began to sing a high, crystalline note that spoke of purity and order and the inexorable march of cosmic justice. His falcon head turned toward the heavens, and he spoke words in a language that predated human speech:
"Boat of Millions of Years—heed my call!"
The sky cracked like an eggshell.
