Mummy Evolution-Chapter 64: The change of breath

Sett sat on a sandstone stairway, eyes closed, elbows resting on his knees. There was something about him, a deep concentration that Zarah had rarely seen on him. Though, now that she thought about it, she didn't really know him much.

Yet, conflictingly, he also felt like one of the people she knew the most.

Was it because she had experienced life and death with him?

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sandstone steps, its golden light tracing the sharp angles of Sett's face. Big Brother Sett really had good features, no matter which angle she looked from.

She leaned against the cool steel bars of the steps, watching Sett in quiet curiosity.

From her position at his side, Zarah could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers lightly curled over his knees, as if holding onto something unseen.

The world around them was alive—the distant murmur of a market, the call of a hawker, the rustling of dry leaves in the wind—but Sett seemed separate from it all, lost in a focus so intense that for a moment, she hesitated to speak.

Why do I feel like I know him well?

She was not the type to think about such things, but she couldn't put a finger on that.

It is because he cares, she realized, surprisingly convinced of her own hypothesis. And because, whenever I talk to him, he is present with me.

Other people who she talked to were almost always lost in their own heads, thinking about themselves and their own lives. But just like Zainah, her big sister, Sett was different. When he spoke to someone, he always thought about them and their problems.

He cared.

But then again, she began to doubt her own hypothesis.

After all, he didn't look like he cared a lot when he was ripping out Shining White's heart.

Maybe it was because Zarah had always wanted a big brother to take away Zainah's burden. Or maybe it was because he was so doting of her.

As she realized that, she stopped thinking and watched Sett.

She wondered what he was about to do.

"You are not planning something else like before, right?" She asked, leaning on the steel staircase.

The possibility genuinely scared the shit out of her.

It was true that she had changed, that the events in Burrhen had made her mentally and physically stronger, but it had also left behind indelible scars. Even though she looked and acted like before, there was a restraint in her eyes now, a maturity.

Sett shook his head, not opening his eyes.

His senses were focused inward, and finally, he took a deep breath.

It was time to do it.

Axiom of Reincarnation—Death Begets Life.

Inside his Inner Tomb, the ghosts roaming around began to die one by one. They then transformed into a dark blot of energy, moving out of the Tomb and into Sett's body. It felt cold, warm, and painful all at once.

A heartbeat, so intense and out of nowhere, almost made Zarah stumble out of the stairs.

Sett clenched his fists—his skin turning a deep shade of red. His heartbeat heightened, his teeth started to chatter, and lips started to split.

Then, a deep hum began to echo from within his heart, filling Zarah with a fluttering feeling.

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Sett opened his eyes, golden pupils having a deep regalness to them. But when he smirked, looking frivolous and charming, the regalness was completely broken.

He breathed out a long puff of dirty air, dark, stinky as the slums, liquid oozing out of his pores.

Transparent screens popped up around Sett.

[Divine Information Unlocked]

[Tomb Walker Pathway…]

He made them stay aside for now.

Instead, Sett investigated his Inner Tomb and became rather speechless.

Nearly 80% of the ghosts in the city had vanished, used as the fuel for Death Begets Life.

He had wanted to revive his body from the dead state to a completely alive status, and he had, indeed, succeeded as he expected. His body had been cleansed from its core, all the impurities it had accumulated throughout its dead years having been removed.

His senses—touch, smell, taste, and even his physical desires (lust especially)—had returned to its normal extreme.

Sett finally felt as if he had truly restarted his life.

Zarah moved away from him, clamping her hand across her nose. The way her face, adorable and chatty, scrunched up was a sight to behold.

He looked at her.

"You stink, what did you do?" she asked, moving even further.

Sett ignored the girl and climbed the stairs. "Stay here. I'm taking a bath."

Zarah's face flushed, and she crossed her arms with a huff before plopping onto the steps.

Reaching the rooftop, Sett glanced around to make sure he was alone. The open sky stretched above him, the city sprawled in the distance, rooftops bathed in the soft hues of the late afternoon.

There were some old aunties in a rooftop nearby, but he didn't think too much of it.

They can enjoy themselves if they want.

With a sigh, he stripped off his clothes, the warm breeze brushing against his bare skin. Of course, he hid his Heart Zone with a towel.

Then, he pulled out the barrel of special Cleaning Water from his Inner Tomb, its contents swirling faintly with traces of someone's Axiom.

He poured it over himself, the liquid spreading like a cleansing tide, dissolving sweat and grime in an instant.

The moment the Cleaning Water touched his skin, a shock ran through his body. It was like being doused in ice, a sudden, striking cold that sent a sharp shiver up his spine.

His skin tensed instinctively, goosebumps rising as the freezing sensation spread over him. It wasn't just cold—it was the kind of deep, bone-chilling cold that seemed to scrape away every trace of exhaustion and heat, leaving only an almost painful clarity in its wake.

And it felt good to take such a cold shower in the desert.

It felt good to be able to feel the water's touch.

His skin prickled, his nerves alight, but as the water worked its way over him, the sensation shifted. The initial shock faded into something strangely invigorating, a rush of freshness that left him feeling lighter, sharper—like a blade tempered in frost.

He breathed out a long puff of frosty air, looking towards the women on the other rooftop.

They were staring at him intently.

Sett raised his hips, proud as a lion, then waved at them with a smile.

"Shameless," one of them muttered, leaning against the rooftop and staring intently.

The others swooned, too, and Sett shook his head as he slowly got into a new set of ancient tunics. This one was white, with a lot of cool-looking fringes.

Though Zarah, he realized to his chagrin, would call it funny.

Fresher than ever before, he left the rooftop, waving at the women as he passed.