While William was still distracted, pondering all the possibilities, Rak'sa Mahlim, still kneeling with his head bowed to the ground, spoke in a completely submissive tone.
"Master... if you permit me, it is tradition for the master to bestow a name upon his subordinate... please grant me a name."
William observed him in silence for a few seconds. That creature, a mix of humanoid and jackal, with its imposing armor and firm bearing resembling a general commanding millions of troops, reminded him of something buried deep in his memory. In his old world... a mythological figure, an Egyptian god, guardian of the dead. That was the best description of what he wanted in his general, the guardian of the dead in a nightmare world.
"I will call you Anubis," he finally said. "For one day you shall be the god who guards the passage to eternity."
