No words could be used to even attempt to begin the flurry of emotions that were raging through him as he walked out across the sand, hardly seeming to notice the discomfort caused by the blazing heat of the sun that surrounded him on all edges. This world was far too bright. That was the first thought that finally broke through the static of his mind, feet sinking into sank, heart racing as eyes settled on the image of the palace that sat in the distance - his destination.
He wouldn’t stop for anything. Not now that he’d gotten this close, had achieved what many had thought on as simply as impossible. He’d been correct in going down this route and why should that be of a surprise to anyone? So focused was he upon his target, upon his goal that he had yet to take real notice of anything that may have gone wrong with the prototype used to get him here. He hadn’t given it much thought. He just knew he had to leave there and then and screw any possible consequences that may happen. It was just the manner in which he was wired.
No one seemed to take much notice of the stranger who obviously had no rights of being within this world, blue aura reflecting off stone and marble as he strode through the streets and towards the palace as though perfectly comfortable within these settings, as though he belonged here all this time. Even within this unfamiliar setting, Seto’s ego stayed in tact, eyes never leaving the outline of the palace.
But what if he was attempted to be stopped? What then? It seemed like a mute thought as he was simple allowed to walk inside, the men outside barely seeming to pay much attention to him at all. Had they been made aware of his presence? He frowned a little to himself as he wondered through the corridor, confused by the silence and growing slightly annoyed too. Did he not know he was here? Did he not care?
Maybe now wasn’t the time for doubt and none of that worry was present on his features as he finally came to a set of stone doors, nerves starting to build. This was the final barrier - the final step that he had to walk in order to reach his target. After so much work - it had all came to this. With one last deep breath he pushed open the heavy doors, eyes glancing up towards his rival, a smirk forming as he walked in further, all other figures within the room seeming to fade into the darkness.
All that mattered was was the man who sat there, cast in gold, looking as though he’d finally reached were he belonged, a king in ever sense of the word and yet all Seto could do with give his usual little smirk, words seeming to be difficult to summon at the moment. How strange. To be knocked wordless so easily.
“Pharaoh” he finally called out, almost sensing the tension within the room seeming to build up “Were you not expecting me?”.
