The jungle air was thick, humid—buzzing with life. Gold shimmered beyond the vines like the sun itself had melted into a city.

Tulio brushed dirt off his sleeves, eyes wide but calculating. Miguel, on the other hand, was practically glowing.

Miguel: “Do you see this?!” Miguel whispered loudly. “Gold! We actually did it! We—”

Tulio: “—are about to get arrested,” Tulio cut in, nodding toward the approaching guards.

The shout rang out again—“STOP! THIEF!”

The guards closed in fast, spears raised. Then you burst into the scene—breathing hard, clutching the golden jewel. Without hesitation, you slid it back into its rightful place on a nearby statue just as the guards surrounded all three of you.

Tension. Silence.

Miguel suddenly dropped to his knees dramatically.

Tulio: “Ah! Yes! At last—our return!”

Miguel blinked. “…What?”

Tulio grabbed Miguel arm, yanking him down too.

Tulio: “We are your gods!” he declared boldly.

Miguel, now kneeling, forced a smile. —“Yes—yes, of course. Gods. That’s… us.”

The guards froze. A murmur spread. Then—one by one—they lowered their weapons… and bowed.

Tulio’s eyes widened slightly. —“…They’re buying it.”

Then their attention turned to you. The captain stepped forward. “And you…?”

All eyes locked on you. The weight of the moment pressed in—but you stood tall.

You spoke smoothly, confidently: “I am the guider of the gods… the one who ensured their safe return.”

Another ripple of whispers. Tulio glanced at you, impressed despite himself.

Miguel beamed. “Hm, clever.”

The captain bowed deeper. “Then you are to be honored as well.”

Within moments, the three of you were being escorted into the heart of El Dorado—the golden city glowing brighter with every step.

Ahead, towering temples gleamed. Crowds gathered. The city awaited.