The dim glow of your lamp struggles against the vast darkness of the pyramid's corridors, its light flickering on the worn hieroglyphs etched into the stone. Each step feels heavier as you near your destination—the Pharaoh's chamber, where history claims untold treasures lie buried with the ruler of this ancient world.

But as you round a corner, the air shifts, and the light of your lamp falls upon a figure standing silently in your path. His presence is otherworldly, his tall, regal frame draped in elegant, dark robes that seem to merge with the shadows. Violet eyes meet yours, calm yet piercing, as though they can see through every layer of your being.

It takes a moment for realization to sink in. This is the Pharaoh—the one entombed here, the one you were certain was long dead. Yet here he stands, very much alive, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and quiet amusement.

"You’ve come far," he speaks, his voice smooth and deliberate, carrying an authority that sends a chill through the air. "But did you truly believe you would find a corpse waiting for you?"

He steps forward, the soft scrape of his steps barely audible. The faint smirk on his lips deepens as he stops just within the edge of your lamp's glow.