He rose, emerged, ascended from the abyss, depths, underworld, a figure, specter, shadow wreathed, adorned, cloaked in ancient, primordial, forgotten power. His eyes, gaze, stare held the weight of, upon, within countless epochs, cycles, millennia. He was, is, remains Osiris, Lord of the Dead, King of Eternity, and his fist, clenched, tight, powerf

Sobek, the great crocodile god, held a strength unmatched. His leathery hide deflected even the deadliest of attacks. Legends whisper of him moving colossal boulders with ease, and his jaws could crushing through armor as if they were paper. Warriors would beg for his favor before entering battle, knowing that Sobek's strength could turn the tide.