Chapter 458 - 426: A Vision Of Strong Eyes...

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Devara examined the map in his hand.

"You seem to know the city quite well."

Bek grinned hearing his remarks.

"I’ve lived here almost my entire life. If there’s a street in Heliopolis that I don’t know, then it probably doesn’t exist."

"Quite a confident statement."

"Experience, sir. Experience."

Bek rolled the parchment and returned it to his bag.

"Come on. We should start before the streets become too crowded. I’ll show you the marketplace first, and then we can decide where to go next."

Devara nodded and began walking alongside him.

As they moved through the streets, Bek took the lead, occasionally pointing out buildings and explaining their purposes.

He seemed to know nearly every corner of the neighbourhood, greeting a few merchants along the way and exchanging casual remarks with some street vendors.

Devara listened carefully, occasionally asking questions about the city’s customs, trade and administration.

For now, he intended to remain an ordinary visitor.

But with Bek serving as his guide, he might finally begin understanding the true nature of Heliopolis, beyond its golden monuments and magnificent temples.

Devara and Bek were making their way through the crowded marketplace when a sudden commotion erupted further down the street.

"Make way! Make way for Lord Urshu!"

The loud announcement immediately caught the attention of everyone nearby.

Merchants hurriedly moved their carts aside, customers stepped away from the road, and several people who had been standing in the middle of the street quickly retreated towards the buildings.

Even those engaged in heated bargaining abandoned their conversations to clear the path.

Devara stopped walking.

A moment later, an elaborately decorated chariot appeared at the far end of the street.

It was drawn by two magnificent horses, while several armed guards rode alongside it.

More guards marched ahead, clearing the road and ensuring that nobody obstructed the procession.

The chariot itself was decorated with gold-plated fittings, colourful fabrics and intricate carvings.

Its wheels were large and carefully crafted, while a canopy protected its passenger from the morning sunlight.

"MAKE WAY FOR LORD URSHU! THE ROYAL ARCHITECT OF HELIOPOLIS! ANYONE WHO OBSTRUCTS HIS LORDSHIP’S CHARIOT SHALL BE PUNISHED FOR COMMITTING TREASON!"

The announcement was repeated by another guard.

Devara glanced at Bek, who had already moved towards the side of the road.

"Who is this Lord Urshu?"

Devara asked quietly.

Bek looked at him with surprise.

"You really don’t know?"

Devara shook his head.

"Lord Urshu is one of the most important men in Heliopolis. He’s the royal architect, responsible for overseeing the construction of several magnificent structures throughout the city. At present, he’s working on the new construction commissioned by Lord Set."

"Lord Set?" Devara repeated.

"Yes. Lord Set himself has ordered a new construction project. Lord Urshu is the one supervising the work and making sure everything is completed according to the divine requirements."

Devara looked towards the approaching chariot.

"So he’s an architect serving one of the gods?"

"Not just any architect!" Bek corrected quickly.

"He’s a man with considerable influence. The royal administration listens to him, the merchants try to please him, and even the construction supervisors are careful not to displease him. After all, he works directly under the authority of Lord Set."

The chariot drew closer.

Devara observed the people standing along the road. Nobody seemed willing to look directly at the passing procession for too long.

Some lowered their heads, while others bowed respectfully.

A few even moved away from the road entirely, apparently afraid that simply standing too close might invite trouble.

One of the guards noticed Devara watching the chariot.

"LOWER YOUR HEAD! SHOW RESPECT TO LORD URSHU!"

Bek immediately lowered his gaze and tugged at Devara’s garment.

"Don’t do anything foolish. Just follow what everyone else is doing."

Devara glanced at his companion before looking back towards the chariot.

He did not particularly enjoy being ordered to bow to someone merely because that individual held an influential position.

Nevertheless, he had come here to observe and understand the Egyptian divine territories, not create unnecessary trouble on his second day.

He lowered his head slightly.

The chariot passed before them.

For a brief moment, Devara caught sight of the man seated beneath the canopy.

Urshu appeared to be a middle-aged individual dressed in fine linen, with elaborate ornaments and a decorated collar around his neck.

His posture was upright, and his expression carried the confidence of someone accustomed to having others obey his commands.

He was speaking to one of the guards accompanying him, apparently discussing something related to the construction project.

Then his gaze briefly travelled across the crowd.

It passed over Devara without much interest before returning to the road ahead.

The procession continued towards the eastern section of the city, leaving behind a marketplace that slowly began returning to its previous activity.

Only after the chariot had disappeared did Bek straighten himself.

"That was close," he muttered.

Devara looked at him.

"Close? We were standing on the side of the road."

"You don’t understand. People have been punished for far less than obstructing an important official’s procession. Some of these men believe that their position gives them the right to do whatever they want."

Devara’s eyes followed the direction in which the chariot had disappeared.

"An architect with that much authority, then."

"Exactly. And if you ever visit the construction sites, make sure you don’t get in his way. His guards aren’t particularly friendly."

Devara remained quiet for a moment.

His thoughts briefly returned to the exhausted workers he had seen the previous day, to the armed guards supervising them and to the enormous monuments rising across the city.

Now he had learned that the construction was being carried out under Lord Set’s authority, with Urshu serving as the royal architect.

"Bek," he finally asked, "do you know whether Lord Urshu personally visits the construction sites?"

"Quite often. Why?"

Devara smiled faintly.

"No particular reason. I was simply curious about the man responsible for building so much of this city."

Bek nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer.

"Come on. There are plenty of other places I promised to show you."

He began walking again.

Meanwhile, far away from Heliopolis, in Upper Egypt, the magnificent Temple of Dendera stood beneath the brilliant Egyptian sun.

Dedicated to the goddess Hathor, the temple was one of the most sacred places within the Egyptian divine territories.

Its enormous stone pillars were decorated with elaborate carvings, while the walls and ceilings displayed countless depictions of gods, celestial bodies and ancient religious ceremonies.

Within its innermost chambers lay the private residence of Goddess Hathor.

The goddess was currently resting upon her enormous bed, surrounded by several human attendants.

Two servants stood on either side, gently waving large woven fans to circulate the warm air, while another prepared a refreshing drink near a small table decorated with gold and precious stones.

Despite the comfortable surroundings, Hathor seemed unusually distracted.

For the past several days, something had been troubling her.

She had been experiencing the same mysterious vision repeatedly.

It always began with an overwhelming radiance, a brilliant light that concealed the appearance of a particular individual.

She could never properly distinguish his face, no matter how closely she tried to observe him.

Yet there was one feature she could never forget.

His eyes.

Sharp, piercing green eyes that seemed to look directly through her, carrying an intensity she had rarely encountered.

Every time the vision appeared, she felt an unfamiliar sensation.

It was not fear exactly, nor was it simple curiosity.

There was something about those eyes that continued lingering in her thoughts even after the vision disappeared.

She had encountered countless gods, powerful divine beings and formidable warriors throughout her existence.

She knew the strength of Horus, the authority of Ra and the destructive nature of Set.

She had witnessed divine conflicts and stood before beings whose mere presence could overwhelm lesser gods.

But those eyes...

They had possessed an intensity that made even the formidable presence of Horus seem less imposing in comparison.

Hathor slowly raised one hand and placed it against her forehead.

"Again..."

One of the attendants immediately stopped waving her fan.

"My lady? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hathor turned her head slightly.

"No. Continue."

The servant resumed her work, though she exchanged a concerned glance with the others.

Hathor closed her eyes, attempting to recall the vision once more.

The radiant figure.

The concealed face.

And those unmistakable green eyes.

She could still remember the way he had looked at her, even though she had never heard his voice or understood who he was.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

Her words were barely audible.

She had initially dismissed the visions as ordinary dreams.

However, after experiencing them repeatedly over several days, she had begun to suspect that something far more significant was occurring.

Divine visions were rarely meaningless, particularly when they appeared repeatedly to a goddess.

And yet, she couldn’t understand why she was seeing someone whose identity remained hidden from her.

Hathor opened her eyes and looked towards the decorated ceiling.

"Why can I not see your face?"

She slowly sat upright, dismissing the attendants with a gesture.

Once they had withdrawn, she remained alone in the chamber, her thoughts returning to the mysterious stranger.

There was another detail that bothered her.

The radiance surrounding the individual did not resemble the familiar aura of any Egyptian deity she knew.

It was different, carrying an unfamiliar divine resonance that seemed to exist beyond the boundaries of her own pantheon.

Hathor’s expression became thoughtful.

"An outsider..."

She whispered the possibility.

If that was true, then someone from beyond the Egyptian divine territories might soon enter their world.

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