Anubis

Set's whispers echoed through the wind and sand, each one like an unwilling roar, only to be mercilessly swallowed by the yellow dunes. Trapped deep within that forgotten palace, sealed between time and dust, his rage, ambition, and pain all became invisible waves that tried to pierce the veil of reality and curse Ian.

However.

Ian had already flown far away.

He had become a raven, untouched by any curse.

He swept over the golden sea of sand.

His figure gradually blurred along the horizon, as though he had never existed. His Potions bag was filled with divine alchemical artifacts, as well as manuscripts and documents inscribed with ancient knowledge.

His reason for entering Set's temple had never been to save a god, but to gather materials, study magic, and expand the boundaries of knowledge.

Set's howls were destined to go unheard, like whispers swept away by the desert wind, ultimately returning to nothingness. Of course, Ian's journey was not over.

His purpose on this trip was to collect three items. He had only obtained one so far, and now he needed to travel to the domain of ancient Egypt's god of the underworld to "borrow" something—the Styx Oar. Strictly speaking, Osiris was the ruler of the underworld, but Anubis, as the god of death who guarded it, likewise possessed authority over the Styx.

In ancient Egyptian mythology, the underworld was ruled by Osiris. He was the judge of the dead, the divine king of the underworld. But the one truly responsible for maintaining the underworld's order and guiding souls was Anubis—the god who ferried souls across, holding scales in his hand to weigh the hearts of the dead and determine whether they were worthy of entering the underworld.

"To borrow an oar, naturally I need to find the ferryman."