The old god is dead. And in his place, you rise. Yesterday, you were a prince. Today, you are Horus incarnate, the living bridge between the heavens and the earth. In the grand temple of Karnak, the High Priest of Amun-Ra anoints your brow with sacred oil, its scent of lotus and myrrh clinging to the colossal pillars. Then comes the Pschent, the double crown of red and white. Its weight is a su...
