%Ancient Egyptian% -- Not Anubis
The vision opened into chaos and for all its blurriness, parts were very clear. The room was deep underground lit by torches and sickly lanterns fueled on eldritich might and impossible technology unseen by the modern mortal world. A woman clearly with the head and claws of a large predator cat held someone down in a vicious struggle. Another shadowed figure was held firmly by one of the few crocodile headed golems doing battle with other shadowy combatants. A smaller man with black skin of polished marble leapt over the struggle and dove for the bit of stone foundation that peeked out of the ground. There were seeming shouts after him, but he only smirked, as he brought his eyes seemingly made of stars to the foundation and pressed down on some of the hieroglyphics engraved in. The ground began to tremble and a pillar of light began, shimmering and crackling... Slaves in a set area, held in chains, mutely cry out like beasts in pain and then their cries stop... Their bodies are torn apart in light...
Suddenly, the vision allowed for sound. “%Horus, Climb! Before they stop you!%” Shouted a youth with the head of a scarab and his eyes glowing with the light of the sunrise. Suddenly a man with the head of a falcon, a khopesh at his side, leapt into the pillar of light, swimming up it as if it were water... But it didn't reach even the the ceiling, not yet...
“%Not enough. We don't have time for charging. Power it with more! %” The falcon headed man called out as his head peeked from the top of the pillar of light.
The vision grew faster now, more disjointed... A man with the head of a crocodile trying to pull gray skinned slaves from their cages... Being held off by one wielding a pair of antlers... A man with the head of a donkey raising his hands in the air to magically draw the slaves out before being struck from behind by one of the shadowed combatants... A coyote slinks through the chaos and takes a human form... wielding a glowing sickle he slits the throat of a woman with a cow head who had been hiding, crying... The Egyptians pause and turn toward the killing... The man who had been a coyote brings the sickle through the head of a small, deformed and hideous midget at her side. Their ichor falls to the ground but begins to shimmer gold before it touches.
It is pulled toward the tower and the bodies are pulled apart in light... the Tower begins to hum above the shouts of sorrow and battle... Its pillar of light breaks through the ceiling and seemingly the world. A trumpet blows... The youth's eyes loses all light... A great shadow overtakes him as his distinguished eyes are forced away from the tower's light... He is overcome in darkness and disappears...
The vision gives no picture now... just sound... a jackal howls... many scream... in multiple languages... the battle continues... and then stops. Everything stops...