Moon Temple!

As the relentless desert winds whipped across the barren landscape, the yellow sand swirled furiously, its grains shimmering like minute fragments of gold, rapidly transforming the once fertile soil into a stark, arid wasteland.

The nearby river, catching the gleaming sunlight, flowed like a winding ribbon of molten gold against the stark yellow of the sands.

In the midst of this dramatic transformation, Set, his features stern and resolute, unleashed his divine power in full force. The underworld around him responded, morphing and shifting with accelerated vigor. He felt the rush of returning strength with each passing second, the ebb of his depleted energies slowly reversing.

Simultaneously, the turmoil within him, pangs of pain and flares of anger, began to subside, settling into a calm that was both deep and reassuring.