Ra felt Hathor's death like a blade through his heart. The goddess had died far below in the machinery room, but her divine essence called out to him across the distance as it fled her broken body. His beloved wife, the mother of gods, was gone.
The sun god's falcon head tilted skyward as a keening wail escaped his beak. Golden tears streamed down his feathered face, each drop hissing against the bark's deck. His solar disk flared erratically, casting wild shadows across the remaining gods.
"Hathor," he whispered, her name carrying millennia of love and loss. "My heart... my light..."
Osiris placed a green-skinned hand on his brother's shoulder. The god of death's eyes were hard as granite, his jaw set with grim determination. "Brother, we cannot delay any longer. The demons grow stronger with each kill, and the construct feeds on our fallen."
