And as for death - we get what we expect.

If the gods sent you to fight here, then the gods are fools.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

Time is so...fluid where I live

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."