I didn’t understand what I was looking at, but Nekhbet did. Having her sight, I recognized the Duat—
the magical dimension that existed beneath the mortal realm. I saw layers of reality, like strata of glowing
multicolored jelly, plunging down into infinity. On the surface, where the mortal and immortal worlds met,
Setne was whipping the Duat into a storm—churning waves of color and frothy white plumes of smoke.