Setne should something in a mixture of Egyptian and Ancient Greek. A few of the Greek words I understood: soul and bind and possibly buffer (though I could be wrong about that last one). The cobra goddess began to writhe.

I reached Annabeth just as Setne finished his spell.

The cobra goddess imploded, with a noise like the world’s largest straw finishing the world’s largest milkshake. Wadjet was sucked into her own red crown, along with Setne’s four winged serpents and a five-foot wide circle of lawn where Wadjet had been coiled.

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