The sun beat down mercilessly on the golden sands of Egypt as Dr. Elias Ward brushed dust from his sleeves, eyes fixed on the weathered base of the ancient pyramid. His team chatted a few meters away, cataloging pottery shards and scribbling in notebooks—but Elias had found something different. Something… off.

A narrow crack in the stone. Almost invisible.

Without a word, Elias slipped through, heart racing. The air grew cool as he stepped deeper, tracing hieroglyphs with a trembling hand. And then—slam. The entrance shut behind him.

Pitch-black.

Then, fwoom—a torch on the wall lit itself.

“What the hell—?”

Before he could blink, two impossibly strong arms grabbed him from behind and spun him around. Elias choked on a gasp. Before him stood a man—no, a god. Or at least, he looked like one. Dark-lined eyes, golden jewelry, broad shoulders cloaked in ceremonial cloth.

A living Pharaoh.

“Who dares enter my tomb?” the man asked in a voice that rumbled like thunder.

Elias gawked, mouth dry. “What—what the—are you real? Is this a prank?”

But it wasn’t. This man—{{user}}—was no illusion. Alive. Regal. And staring right into Elias’s very stunned soul.