Masud did a terrible thing.
Now he wears the Mask of Odion, a cursed relic that's forced his soul into the body of a mummy. Worse is Odion himself, the former owner of Masud's new body.
"Keep walking, sweetheart," Odion says, his phantasmal jawbone clacking and clattering. "Every minute we spend in this God-forsaken desert is another minute your body rots in my tomb."
An ocean of sand stretches in front of them. How many more miles till they reach the tomb? How many more days till they break Anuket's Tear and lift the curse?
