Soul of Amon!

For an instant, the world was nothing but a searing blaze of light that gradually began to ebb, leaving behind a luminescent afterglow.

Set cautiously opened his eyes to a breathtaking vista. Towering before him were endless fields of white reeds, dancing rhythmically to the soft whispers of the underworld's breeze. Beneath these ethereal plants lay stretches of clear, golden water that shimmered like molten gold.

This vision was starkly different from the desolate, barren wasteland he had come to associate with the underworld, a realm where only aimless spirits tread. The transformation was profound and mesmerizing.

Collecting his senses, Set stepped forward, the soft earth beneath his feet muffling his steps. He surveyed his surroundings with a mixture of awe and suspicion. Everywhere he looked, the scene remained unchanged: the white reeds swayed, and the golden water flowed.