Siddhārtha lay half buried in sand, still as a lump of stone. His tri-D antenna opened slightly, shedding a tiny stream of dust.
He could sense his enemy nearby—everywhere, it seemed.
No—there he was, not more than a hundred meters away, moving from left to right across Siddhārtha’s field of vision.
I wonder what he’s up to?
He resisted the temptation to fully extend his antenna. In the quiet that now reigned, even the slightest movement could draw attention from a considerable distance. The release of kinetic energy was one of the easiest to detect. It would be far too dangerous to reveal himself; the last attack had proved beyond the shadow of a doubt his enemy’s hideous strength.
So what is he doing?
Unable to restrain his desire to know, he let his antenna push another ten centimeters above the top of the sand.
Unthinkingly, Siddhārtha tensed every muscle in his body.
A thousand meters ahead of where his enemy slowly made his way across the flats was his destination—a small black shadow atop a dune. Asura.
Jesus of Nazareth was moving slowly, leaving footprints in the sand. The flames and explosions had singed his already tan skin to such a brownness that he threatened to disappear into the desert landscape altogether.
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