Sailor Sekhmet, I am your Pharaoh. I order you to to come worship at my feet. The Stinking Cabbage showed the image of Pharaoh Atlanersa VII, the last Pharaoh of the world of Sekhmet. He was urging Sailor Sekhmet to come near. It was very enticing, yet Sailor Sekhmet knew that to go any closer, and he would be absorbed by the Stinking Cabbage and his world of Sekhmet would die completely. At the same time, he was tiring. On his last legs, he knew his world, Sekhmet was pouring her last dregs of strength into him. She was dying and so was he. If only he could hold on.
A thought entered his head. Why should I even fight? Mother Sekhmet and I will be dead soon anyways. He shook the thought out of his head and kept fighting. The illusion changed to, no not again! Amenia's face stood there... Come here, Ausar, my love, and we can be together again, and forever.... Sekhmet's mind clouded. Amenia, his lost love. We can be together... again.. He struggled to think... to think clearly... He took a step forward.. stop. Forever.... How much did he want that? How long had he desired that? His clouded mind thought That would be wonderful. Another step. He tried to shake himself out of it.
My dear... And that was it. Sekhmet gave up. He let himself be drawn toward the Stinking Cabbage, his clouded mind darking. Yes, my darling. Together. Forever... Sekhmet feel his mind go black.. when suddenly a great wave of energy crossed the path of the world of Sekhmet. The illusions blinked out for a few moments. It was enough to clear Sailor Sekhmet's mind just enough for just a second and then something strange happened. He could have sworn he heard the voice of the goddess Mother Sekhmet whispering to him with little strength, Go now, teleport to that origin. Mother Sekhmet had never spoke to him so directly.
The strange words and the energy were enough to snap Sailor Sekhmet back to his senses. There was hope. He pried himself away from the grip of the Cabbage, then braced himself for the upcoming transport - it would take almost all of the last of his and his world strength.
When he arrived, he found himself in the new world, he found it was full of new life. Strange new life. A strange world was now all around him. There were glowing false lights, strange music with insane beats. These people were Human, he noticed but more like the standard Human of the Silver Millennium. Sailor Sekhmet, who had sparkling golden skin, and lips that gleamed golden, he was sure to stand out greatly.
It was beyond freezing. There was something white, wet, soft, and ice cold all over the ground. Between the cold (a cold he had never felt), the extreme effort of the transport to this world, and the fact that Sailor Sekhmet had already been in the last dregs of his strength; and he fell to his knees and passed out.