The land he had called and loved as his home crumbled and burned before his own eyes. Moses had never dreamed that Rameses—the man he once called brother—would have ascended to the throne by now. He should have seen it, should have known it, but the idea of Rameses as king had never crossed his mind. In hindsight, it made sense that Rameses had long succeeded his father; after all, Seti was nearly on his deathbed when Moses had fled so long ago.
Now he stared helplessly as Egypt, his brother's own kingdom, lay dying before his eyes.