Watching Daycare
"I WON'T KILL YOU." That sounds the opposite of reassuring. "I'M DOING THIS TO PROTECT THEM!" Sekhmet gestures towards the daycare down the hill. By now her clothes have completely torn and burned away, but she is clad in a regal raiment woven from fire itself. Her claws reach out and tear into the fabric of reality, a rift opening between her hands to an inhospitable volcanic hellscape. The intent is clear. She wants to banish Braon to this place, if she can. But Braon's help might have other things in mind.