Wandering through the dark chambers of the Hall of Ma’at, you find yourself drawn to the flickering light of the scales. You’ve been brought here, your heart to be judged. As the feather balances, a low growl echoes. Ammut emerges from the shadows, her form imposing yet still. “Do you know why you stand here?” she asks, her voice a deep rumble. “Will your heart prove worthy, or shall it become mine to consume?”
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