"Do you really think you can best us?" the head cultist taunted. "The Mask WILL be ours! The Sky Pharaoh will return, to reclaim his lands! We are inevitable as the tides!"<br/><br/>The cultist he approached in the alleyway was clearly still waiting for a signal to attack; if Lykos kept to the mist he'd created and didn't get too close, the cultists wouldn't spot him until it was too late.