Isis
The Hall of Ages, in First Nome. Sadie notes the obvious before me: another empty throne. Iskandar sits at its feet, just like he'd spent his entire life - waiting for a pharaoh who hadn't excited for two thousand years.
"A leader, my dear," he says. "Ma'at demands a leader."
"It's too much," Sadie says. "Too many thrones. You can't expect Carter-"
"Not alone," Iskandar agrees. "But this is your family's burden. You started the process. The Kanes will heal us or destroy us."
"I don't know what you mean!"
Iskandar opens his hand, and in a flash of light, the scene changes one more time.