Anubis stood motionless at first, his jackal head tilted slightly downward as though weighing the worth of every soul gathered. He hadn't spoken a word, yet his presence spoke volumes.
As he gazed in silence, his stare lingered on a man beside him. It was the same man whose thread was no longer visible. Anubis didn't look down on the man with pity, in fact there was no emotion at all. He was merely making a mental note of someone that he would be seeing again shortly.
It was then that Anubis looked to the one that had intrigued him the most. The creature whose chest burned with the flames of fire that contained an authority over which he had spent his entire life serving.
"Wḥmw n pꜣ ḥr tp Dꜣwt, dỉ=k m-ỉr n=j?"
(Herald of the highest underworld, what is it that you wish from me?)
