Harrow's men pulled Marc out from the water and dragged his body onto the stone steps, the water rippling and splashing in effect.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," Harrow kneels down to Marc's dead body, placing the scarab on his chest, while he held Ammit's ushabti in the other, "Marc Spector, Steven Grant, whoever else might be in there."

Crouched behind a pillar, Layla was there holding an unconscious (Y/N) in her arms, hiding them from view. She looked down at the other girl, seeing how her eyes moved around under her eyelids.

Suddenly, her (E/C) eyes fluttered open with a struggling gasp, making Layla quickly console her as she frantically looked around with wide, scared eyes.

"Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality." Harrow adds as he stands up from his kneeling position.

A set of footsteps near the hiding girls alerted them, making (Y/N) snap out of her daze and string into action. She stabbed the man with her weapon, muffling his groan against her shoulder as she laid him on the ground, throwing him a scowl.

Harrow heard this, even looking around for the noise but ended up shaking it off. He walked over to the front of the tomb, and raised his staff in front of him as it changed and intensified. He held up Ammit's ushabti and everyone else kneeled in front of him, "Who wants to heal the world?"

Once Harrow and his group had cleared from the tomb, (Y/N) carefully tiptoed her way over towards where Marc laid in the centre, lifless. Layla stayed close to her, making sure no one would attack them.

"Marc," (Y/N) gently grasps his shirt, shaking lighty in hopes for him to wake up, "Marc, Steven, please."

She cups the side of his face with both hands, brushing back some of his curls and looked over his face. She just had lost Steven, and now she has officially lost both of them.

She releases a painful sob, whimpering when she knew he wouldn't open those gorgeous eyes for her. She places her head against his chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat, but got nothing. (Y/N) scrunches her eyes shut tight, face grimacing as she sobs.

She sniffles as she moves her head up, little cries escaping her mouth and presses her trembling lips against his forehead, "I'm so sorry," Her voice cracked, tears dropping onto his cold cheeks, "I love you, I'm sorry."

A soft hand on her shoulder makes (Y/N) look up, seeing Layla standing there with a sad expression and the scarab in her hand. "Come on, we've gotta go."

(Y/N) nods her head in understanding, tremulous exhaling and looks down at the love of her life for the final time. She stands up with a aching heart, grabbing the outstretched hand Layla offered. 

~

Four trucks that were filled with Harrow's men, were driving through the desert onto their next destination. The vehicles arrived on a road, seeing some other cars and a gate blocking them.

A policeman in front of the vehicle's motioned for the truck Arthur was in to stop, the trucks behind him stopping as well.

"What are you doing on this road?" He spoke in Arabic, as one hit the truck and Harrow exited it.

The policeman pointed their guns at all of them, as they yelled when they saw Harrow's cane. Arthur put his hand up to show he meant no harm.

"It's all right. It's all right," Harrow spoke to his followers, "It's all right. It's all right."

"Show me your papers." One of the policeman demanded, gun aimed.

"I don't need to show you my papers," Arthur responded, "You need to show us your soul." He planted his cane into the ground, purple emitting from all the soldier's body, expect for one. The one in front of him was the only balanced soul.

Arthur removes his glasses, moving forward to the male, "This is the face of a good man," He announced, "You don't need this anymore." He touched the man's shoulder and grabbed his radio, throwing it to the ground.

"Move the bodies out of the way," One of the women ordered, "Let's go! Clear a path."

Two familiar figures jumped down from the back of a truck, one with (H/C) hair and the other with curly locks, clothes and hoodies covering their faces.

(Y/N) grabbed a knife from her side and held it at her side ready, glaring hatefully at Harrow. Layla was right by her side, a similar weapon in hand.

"Don't do it. Girls, wait," Taweret was speaking through one of the dead soldiers, "I am the Goddess Taweret, (Y/N) remember?"

The (H/C) haired girl shot a glance at the soldiers corpse, knowing who that voice belonged to and that it was actually here. But her raging emotions made her ignore it, and walk ahead.

"(Y/N), it's Marc who's telling you to stop."

"What the hell is this?" Layla whispered yells in confusion and frustration, seeing the other girl staring at the dead talking corpse.

The soldier dropped the ground when Taweret groaned.

"He's dead," (Y/N) wavered out, feeling her eyes sting but blinked it back, "They both are, I saw it."

"And I'm talking to you two through dead people right now. So what?" Taweret scoffs, making the soldiers hands wave about, "Listen, I know how powerful you are (Y/N), but you can't stop Harrow alone. If Marc- If he can return to life.."

"What do you mean, 'return to life'?" (Y/N) questioned with furrowed brows. She thought that once she was back in the real world, and her boys were both trapped in the places they were last in, meant no coming back. The thought of a chance of them coming back to her, sent a hopeful flutter to her heart.

The dead soldier groans again, before looking back up to them again, "He's going to need Khonshu, remember? Break his ushabti." Taweret instructed, "It's in the Chamber of the Gods. And you, Layla can be my Avatar."

(Y/N) shares a determined look with Layla, seeing her giving her a nod and a hand squeeze. "No, we can fight him on our own."

"It's time to go!" A woman yelled out, and everyone got back into the vehicles.

~

Harrow and his group of followers were climbing a little up the pyramid. They had paused somewhat up the way and Arthur hits his cane into the ground, and the pyramid opened up an entrance for them.

"The disturbance," Osiris speaks as he walks into the tomb, all the other deities surrounded him through their avatars, "Your Gods felt it too."

"But what does it mean?" Horus questioned the male.

"Someone is trying to release Ammit." Hathor interjected from the side.

"But why?"

"Harrow." Osiris finally realized, just as the front entrance brick wall was destroyed, rocks falling and the place rumbling.

"Come. You won't believe what the Gods have hidden from mankind." Harrow led everyone forward through the entrance, just as (Y/N) and Layla hid behind them all.

All the Gods came down from the steps to face Arthur and his followers.

"You're judges, not warriors." Harrow yells as he steps down the stairs, "This doesn't need to happen."

Osiris made a movement with his hands, while Arthur pointed his cane at him. A purple blast emitted, throwing all the avatars back before they could brace themselves.

While this happened, (Y/N) and Layla had managed to slip by and get into the chamber where the ushabits were kept.

The girls kept looking at each one, until (Y/N) felt a tug at her power towards a centein one above her head. She looked up and froze seeing Khonshu's ushabti inside.

"This was all so avoidable." Harrow comments seeing all the Gods knocked down, and he turns back to his followers.

One of them passed him the ushabti, and he stared at it. He hurled it to the ground and watched as purple mist rose in a tornado, then there stood Ammit in front of them all in all her glory, tall and proud. Her braids following behind her.

Everyone go to their knees in praise, bowing their heads low in respect.

Her alligator eyes scan the room, and settled on the people kneeling before her. She growls softly, "To whom do I owe my gratitude?" Ammit questioned, her voice deep and dangerous.

"Your humble disciple, my Goddess, to whom you owe nothing." Harrow answered, as the alligator walked down the stairs.

"Your Scales lack balance." The Goddess observed.

"I understand," Harrow nods his head and swallows, "I had hoped my penance might correct my imbalance, but I see now that's impossible. I accept the Scales regardless of the outcome."

"They lack balance because of what lies ahead of you." Ammit explains as she paces in front.

"Then we must spare the world the pain I will cause," He looks down at the floor, sighing and then back up, "I willingly submit."

"What lies ahead of you is your service to me." She tells him, circling around him observing, as she felt a strong force somewhere in the temple and it was none of them beside her.

"How may I serve you in death?" Harrow questions.

"Your death is delayed." Ammit remarked, "I once relied on a servant whose Scales balanced perfectly. In exchange, I was bound to stone for 2,000 years." She shares.

"But I have disciples all over the world, whose Scales balance perfectly, awaiting for you command." Harrow announces, in hopes to spare them. "They are worthy, my Goddess."

Ammit turns her head to him, "But you are the one who set me free. You are the avatar that I need. Serve me, and you will find peace." She places a hand on his head, making him look up at her, "Do not let the pain of the past control you."

"As you wish." Arthur agrees and his eyes suddenly glow a purple hue.

~

(Y/N) places Khonshu's ushabti on the ground, her and Layla having moved in a secluded area deeper within the chambers. (Y/N) stomps on the statue.

The wind picked up and swirled as a mild tornado rose in the air, creating a familiar figure of a God.

The two girls step back a little, huddling together as Khonshu materialise into the air in front of them.

"I do not sense Marc Spector in this world." The moon God stated, holding his staff in hand. "He died fighting, no doubt."

(Y/N) smiled a little in greeting at the birdman, feeling a bit relieved that a familiar face was back. However, what he said did hit a nerve, making her scowl, "Fighting your war."

"You know it's far from over, little one." Khonshu replies to her, turning his floating beak to her, "If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you, (Y/N) Adel (L/N), protect the travelers of the night once more-"

Layla's face morphed into a glare, utter confusion showing, "Are you joking?" She scoffs, grabbing (Y/N)'s hand and pulls her away from Khonshu, "You turned her and Marc's life into a waking nightmare. Why would she ever sign up for that again?"

Khonshu mental sighed, "Even with (Y/N) being powerful, you two won't win against Harrow and Ammit alone."

"We'll take that chance." Layla hissed through her teeth.

"Marc was in crisis over you." The moon God snapped, his attention on the quiet (Y/N), "His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little one."

She looked up at him with white, flaring eyes and glares once again at his words, "I don't care about that. Marc didn't trust you, and I'm sorry, but we don't either." She trails off with furrowed brows.

(Y/N) squeezes Layla's hand and raised her chin defiantly, "We'll work together, without me enslaving myself once more."

Khonshu looks down at her, "We must rebind Ammit." He noted.

"How?"

"Only you or an Avatar can do it." He gives her a pointed look, or well one (Y/N) thinks he did, by the way he tilted his bone head.

She shares a determined look with Layla, nodding at each other just as Khonshu holds out a hand for (Y/N) to take.

She takes it and the two of them disappear into thin air, hearing a morphing noise as they teleported.

~

"Let us purify the souls of Cairo and then the world." Ammit strolled over to the front as Harrow and the others followed after.

But a swirling tornado of wind and dust was approaching them, blocking their way. The next second, Khonshu appeared in front of Ammit with (Y/N) carefully sitting on his shoulder, holding onto him as she glares at Ammit.

"Khonshu. Time has been cruel to you." Ammit sneered, nose twitching sensing the (H/C) haired girls strong aura, making her gaze curiously at her.

"Indeed." Khonshu replied casually, taking a protective stance at the looks on the women on his shoulder, "I cannot allow you to proceed."

"There's someone else here." Harrow muttered to one of his disciples, "Find who released him."

"My path is set, same as anyone's." Ammit speaks as she walks up to where Khonshu and (Y/N) was, circling behind them, "I'm here to bring balance."

"You speak of balance, yet you chose you." Khonshu rumbles out in disgust, slamming his staff on the ground, "Your Avatar is a sinner!"

"You're jealous of his loyalty." Ammit nonchalantly teases, walking away from the enraged pair.

"Loyalty at what cost?" (Y/N) exclaims her question in disbelief, holding onto Khonshu's shoulder. "An empty word for your disciples to inherit?"

"Don't listen to them," Harrow states from down where he was, "He only wants to keep you bound." He gestured to the moon God.

Ammit shakes her head, looking at the other God, "Oh, Khonshu, for a God, you are low on faith."

(Y/N) sensed they were about to fight, so with Khonshu's help she hopped off his shoulder and took a few steps behind him, keeping her guard up with two misty white spheres in her palms.

Khonshu picks up his staff in both hands, getting into fighting stance, "You'll never learn."

Ammit growls in warning and goes to strike at Khonshu, sending him back as he grunts and vaporize into the air, reappearing in another fighting stance on top of the stairs. He goes to attack this time, disappearing into thin air when Ammit tries to swipe at him.

(Y/N) eyes go wide in alarm, as she watched Khonshu get grabbed by the neck when he tried to attack Ammit. She yells out when he was slammed into the stairs by the Goddess. She couldn't stand by any longer watching him get thrown around. Her eyes went to glow a white hue, but suddenly she pauses in her steps feeling his presence.

"Marc?" She and Khonshu mumbled at the same time, and then the two of them vanished into thin air.

She could finally feel him, feel them.