Read: The Pyramids of Set (Chapter 1)
All of a Summal had come out for a festival that Amahal said was to glorify the Gods and bless the coming season. That was why the dignitaries from both Atlantis and the kingdom across the ocean had come by Vimāna, to attend. Everyone was dressed in their finest clothes, music was played for the enjoyment of all, and food stalls were set up before the Sphinx and the steps of the great hall. In the distance, the Vimāna machine hovered off to the side of the great pyramid. Some great technological magic from within the pyramid was being pushed directly into the machine as it hovered there, to keep it powered and hanging there in the sky.
Around the base of the Vimāna were attached smaller vehicles that detached and held two to four people as well as cargo. These were the machines used to carry the dignitaries to the surface. Three of them were now on the ground before the great pyramid. The priests of Set, in their black robes and red turbans, held tight with a braided cord of wood, stood guard. They each carried a curved scimitar and a small dagger in the red sash that was roped around their waists. The priests never smiled. They were cold and off-putting. The image of cruelty in a society that looked as if it had never known hardships. They had blue-black beards and a black paint that surrounded their eyes. The people of Summal gave the priests a wide berth whenever they came through.