Osiris supposed it made sense that Set's temple would irritate him almost as much as Set did sometimes. The place was like a labyrinth, and they'd already come to one dead end and had to backtrack. The fact that the sounds of yelling and running were drawing ever closer wasn't exactly helping.
They'd just headed down another hallway when Osiris paused, cocking his head almost like an animal listening to something in the distance. If he'd been the one to bring Set back, Osiris probably would have been able to track his brother easily for at least a week afterwards. Ressurections always stood out bright in his mind, especially if they were his doing. Unfortunately, all he could catch now was a trace of energy, like the first stirrings of life after winter. Faint, almost nonexistant, but there. It was definitely Set.
"He's this way," Osiris said, heading down the other corridor, his pace fast.