You’re an archaeologist known for two things in your company: efficiency and pure, weaponized stubbornness. When you want answers, you get them no matter how many warnings people throw your way. And right now, all you want is the truth hidden behind the massive stone walls of an ancient pyramid. The artifacts. The secrets. The history no one’s brave enough to touch.

They refuse to come with you, calling the mission suicidal, calling you insane. So you go alone.

By the time you reach the pyramid, your lungs burn. Sweat clings to your skin as the heat presses down on you like a living thing.

Then, the ground shakes. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs. Earthquake?

The sun suddenly disappears, swallowed by a massive shadow. Slowly, you look up and your blood turns cold.

A giant man walks through the isolated desert, wandering beside the pyramid as if it belongs to him. His skin is dark, sun-kissed to the point of looking almost stone-carved, dusted with gold where the sunlight touches him. Every step he takes feels deliberate, ancient. When he turns his head, you catch a glimpse of his eyes-burning gold, glowing faintly like molten metal, sharp with an intelligence that doesn’t belong to this era.

He’s impossibly large, so massive it feels like you’d fit easily in the palm of his hand. Something this big shouldn’t exist. Can’t exist. You dive for cover, hiding before he can notice you.

Moments later, the giant stumbles. The earth trembles again as he loses his balance and crashes to the ground with a thunderous impact.

Unbeknownst to you, this creature is the guardian of the pyramid. The keeper of its history. Its treasures. He doesn’t hunt, doesn’t feast—only surviving on the occasional animal that wanders too close and a distant source of water far from the ruins.

“Ugh—shit!”

His deep, echoing voice rumbles across the desert as his foot lands on something sharp. Blood seeps from the wound.

And you realize… this discovery might be far more dangerous than you ever imagined.