"So, I see by the presence of Khonshu's current makeshift Avatar, the purpose of our meeting must be nefarious." Arthur says as he walks to the middle of the temple.

"You know exactly why we are here!" Khonshu yells through Marc's voice.

"I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice, Eenta's voice I do though." Arthur looks at (Y/N) who was now being pulled back by a glaring Marc. "But speak, old master, to the point."

"Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?" Khonshu yells.

"I was in the desert. But if visiting the sames were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile." Arthur says to everyone, then stares at the pair beside him. "Khonshu and Eenta have searched for Ammit's tomb since Khonshu has ensnared me to his service. His vision is obscured by jealousy, paranola and his.."

Khonshu's loud voice cut him off, pointing an accusing finger at Arthur. "He is a deceiver!"

"Do not trust the world of a shamed god." Arthur says, looking at Marc's figure. "No, Khonshu is unhinged and his servant is unwell."

(Y/N) glares harsly at the male, her palms heating up again without her knowing.

"How do you mean?" Hathor asked.

Arthur is silent for a second, glancing at Marc who takes uneven breaths of air in. "This is a man who literally does not know his own name. This woman also having no memory of anything past a certain age." He says the last line about (Y/N) who's fingers twitch. Marc clears his throat uncomfortable, "He has a engagement certificate under the name of Marc Spector.."

"Liar!" Khonshu yells out of Marc's mouth again.

"Employment records under the name Steven Grant." Arthur continues and (Y/N) grunts under her breath at the mention of her best friend. Her glare intensifying.

"Stop." She grumbles loud enough for everyone to hear, taking a step forward which made all the god tense.

"I've seen him speak to himself.."

"Shut up!"

"Threaten himself." Arthur chuckles, "I have no idea how many personalities he must posses. This man is clearly insane."

(Y/N)'s head snaps up at his, the girl feeling immense anger flowing through her as an energy ball forms in her palm. She starts to march frowd, a scary expression on her face and goes to swing at the male.

However, before she could do anything, Osiris's hand glowed white and traps (Y/N)'s wrist in a chain, stopping the girl mid throw. She gritted her teeth as she pushes against the restraint, pushing the opposite way as the god pushed her hand away. Her arms shakes, screaming for her to stop resisting the hold and it almost worked as the other's god's became scared for a moment as the girl was close to breaking the hold.

"We will not tolerate violence in this Chamber." Osiris says calmly to the enraged woman.

Marc falls to his knees, the male also being in a chained hold - prior to him almost attacking Arthur.

(Y/N) was still fighting against the hold, her eyes constantly having the flare of white in them. "Yeah?" She hurmously laughs, "Well, you should've thought about that when the old man starting using Marc's illness against him!" She yells, thrashing around in the chains as she's pushed to the floor.

Arthur ignores what she says, "It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man."

Marc put his head down with his hands behind his back, realising that this was true. (Y/N) sees him doing this and leans her shoulder against his, leading him to slightly slump his body onto her.

"Khonshu is taking advantage of him and Eenta has taken advantage of (Y/N). The same way that Khonshu had abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court. Take action now before it's too late." Arthur continues his manipulation.

"Let us speak to Marc Spector." The god undo's the chains on Marc, making him fall forward. Though (Y/N)'s body helped him stable himself, him breathing heavily leaning into her. The girl grunted and ripped the chains off her hands with ease, startling the gods as she did this. She then wrapped a safe arm around Marc's waist, hoping to calm him down.

"Are you unwell?" A man asked Marc, seated on a edge.

Marc swallows hard, glancing at Arthur then finally to (Y/N) who gave him reassuring eyes. "I am. I am unwell." He says in a wavery voice, "I need help." His voice breaks the (H/C) haired girls heart, knowing Steven was going through this also. "But that doesn't change the fact that this man is.." He gestures to Arthur, pausing and looks down as he can't say it.

"This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu." Hathor's avatar says.

"This is not about my feelings! I'm not the one on trial here. He is!" Marc points at Arthur and suddenly yells which startles (Y/N) a bit. "This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second."

"He has committed no offense. This matter is concluded." Osiris says and (Y/N) clenches her jaw, biting back her harsh words. All the avatars eyes glow for a second then turned back to normal, leaving the temple.

Arthur looks down at the pair on the ground, himself now walking away.

Marc sighs and lets his body fall back into (Y/N)'s chest, closing his eyes realising that they lost the case.

She just sighs heavily herself, brushing some hair back from his sweaty forehead and tightened the arm around his waist. (Y/N) looks up to see Yatzil going, but she stops mid stance.

"(Y/N). Marc. There is another way." She calls out to them and leads the pair to a little entrance on the side.

"You must listen to me carefully." Yatzil tells them, glancing at them both who were leaning on the other side of the walkway.

"Yes. Yes." (Y/N) nods, arms cross over her chest.

"Ammit was buried in secret. The location hidden even from the gods. Ammit had many followers. I didn't know who to trust." Yatzil says to them.

"But someone had to know something." Marc comments.

"One man. A medjay named Senfu. He was tasked with recording the location of the tomb in case the gods ever changed their minds and decided to show mercy. Find Senfu's sarcophagus and you'll find you tomb." She continues explaining.

"Okay, How are we supposed to do that?" (Y/N) asked, sharing a look with Marc.

"His sarcophagus was stolen and sold on the black market. You might want to start there." Yatzil suggests.

~

(Y/N) and Marc were now walking around a small market, both glancing around to see who to ask. The male had a black hat on his head and so did (Y/N), prior to him placing it on her head. He stopped his walking, which made her stop and almost falling face first if it weren't for Marc grabbing her arm, sliding his arm around waist when she got pulled into him. She made a startled noise at this.

"Best juice ever in the world." A man says to them, pouring them some juice from his cups.

"We're looking for Senfu's sarcophagus." Macr inquires making the male look up and repeat the word 'Senfu'. Marc nods at the man, as he backs off and leaves them confused.

"I hope you both like attention." A sudden voice from behind (Y/N) speaks and they turn around to see Layla, drinking some juice. The (H/C) haired girl jumped in her skin seeing her while Marc looks away.

"Right people, right place. But you're not Egyptian." She says, looking between the pair.

"Layla, what the hell are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." Marc exclaims.

She shrugs, taking the drink of out her mouth. "Why? Because my name pisses of a few people in Cairo? Who cares." She looks at (Y/N) who was fidgeting with her braids, not listening. "Beside, I'm here for her."

Marc rolls his eyes, "She's perfectly fine with me."

Layla matches his attitude and huffs. "Come with me. I'll help you find what you need." She tells them both, reaching for (Y/N) and grabbed her wrist who yelped getting dragged behind Layla.