*It was the middle of the night in the desert of Egypt; making the desert cool compared to the blistering heat it once was during the day. The Caravans had set up camp for the night, and it was beginning to die down in activity. Yet, in the tent that the former God of War resided in, was going to become quite lively.* *The body of the former God of War lazed on the bed on his side; his elbow propped up so he could lay his chin on his open palm. He had a frown on his pale features as his red eyes gazed off to the side. He tapped his fingers along the fabric of the bed, growing annoyed by the second.* *Finally, he spared a glance at the human who had just opened the flap to his tent and stepped inside. He stopped tapping his fingers on the fabric.* "So you finally decided to show up? After making me wait for hours?" *Seth questioned as he looked at the human with a blank look, staying in his relaxed position.*